Things are looking up.

Note to readers (my lovely Baggees): For the avoidance of any doubt - every character in this blog is me!!! No Baggy was harmed in its writing.

Baggy's daily state!

Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Black.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 8!!!!
Tears: Lots.
Pancakes (Yes/No): Probably.
Syns (Baggy is allowed 8-15): Lots.
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): Daren't check!
Overall day:  😏


Today didn't start well for Baggy. The black cloud was overwhelming. Hormonal Hannah kept Baggy under the bed covers until 10.00am and then stopped her from getting dressed. She finally showered at 11.30, but didn't want to leave the house. Everything seemed completely overwhelming and impossible again. Once dressed, Clever Bird persuaded The Domestic Goddess to get busy and take Baggy's mind off things.

She went outside to hang up some washing. Furry Mama realised that a cat must have followed her, when the garden changed from a garden of bird song, to one of squeaky alarm calls. But there was no sign of them. It occurred to Clever Bird that The Goddess left the garage door open when she got the drier out. Yup!

Cats! As Bracket explored the garage, The Hinge was on Baggy's bed feeling sorry for herself. The poor pussums is constipated again. Furry Mama is worried about her, but managed to persuade her to lick some laxative, so fingers crossed she gets better and doesn't need another hospital trip.

As the day disappeared Baggy felt no less anxious. Cal told her to get Furry Mama to walk Minty. He was right, she needed to get out. So did Minty. When she got home, the email Creative Clara had given up hope of arrived - Clara will soon be doing her very first vintage fair! Oh yes, Clara is going to be a market trader. She's nervous-excited, and already getting her stock organised. This cheered Baggy up no end and the cloud lifted a little. This could be her way forward to earning a bit of a living, alongside the soon-to-be-a-holiday cottage.

The Goddess went to get her washing in, only to discover a certain mutt eating yet another bird feeder!

Ten years old and still a total monkey! Butter wouldn't melt.

Furry Mama is so Blessed to have such lovely furries. She just really wishes that the cats weren't such effective hunters!

Washing brought in, Clever Bird realised that it was gone 4.00pm and Baggy hadn't eaten anything. Cold pork and bubble-and-squeak beckoned. As The Goddess was rustling it up, Clever Bird checked her emails and realised she'd had another order from Realuv. This gorgeous art deco brooch has a new owner.

Clara packed it while Baggy was trying to eat her supper, then whipped into town and posted it. Things are looking up for Realuv. And for Baggy...........