Obesity and old age suck.

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): Yellow.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 3.
Tears: None.
Pancakes (Yes/No): No.
Syns (Baggy is allowed 8-15): Some.
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): Too much.
Overall day:  😌

Clever Bird realised just how much Furry Mama loves all her furries last night, when Baggy was in bed with the Hinge cat on top of the duvet, desperately trying to do a poo, Furry Mama was hoping that she'd manage to!!!! Furry Mama would rather that The Domestic Goddess had to do some late night bed-changing, than that Hinge was so poorly. Sadly, despite all kinds of groans and strains, no poo emerged. Baggy fell asleep. She had a terrible night though, up-and-down like a yo-yo. Each time she checked on Hinge - nothing, but still purring, so she tried not to worry. At 5.00am there was a very large poo. But no baggees, sadly that does not warrant a "yay". Why? Because it was a Minty Mutt poo! One second he was running in his sleep, the next he'd leapt up and headed out of the bedroom door. Furry Mama followed, just in time to see Minty unable to make it downstairs, instead doing a huge dollop at the top of the staircase. She cleared it up, then took him downstairs and let him out. When he came back in, she thought he was going to stay downstairs, but he followed Baggy up. She went back to bed. Minty scratched the side of the bed, his normal sign (if not desperate) that he needs to go out. But no, he just wanted reassurance that he wasn't in any trouble. A few scratches behind the ears, and a bit of chat of the, "It's okay baby, I know you couldn't help it" variety, and he too went back to his bed. It's so sad though, Hinge's recurring constipation is due to her enormous size and Minty Mutt's incontinence is due to his old age. Freda Fretter gets so worried that the furries might die on her, even though Clever Bird keeps pointing out that that's almost certainly the reality.

So it was with some trepidation that after a walk with Minty, Furry Mama left everyone for the day so that Baggy could take The Goddess to the soon-to-be-a-holiday cottage. Clever Bird decided that instead of hurting Baggy's knee again, the painting should wait and shopping should occur instead. There is so much to buy for a holiday let!! Everything has to be perfect. Much more perfect than any home Baggy has ever lived in for sure. Creative Clara took charge and headed to vintage shops, then to the local "value" department store. Many things were ticked off her shopping list:

Washing up bowl.
Potato peeler.
Tea towels.
Oven gloves.
Chopping board.
Pegs.
"Feature" chair for the "weird" space in the kitchen.

Four pillows.
Four pillow protectors.
Double Bed Mattress protector.
Non-slip mat for the shower.
Three bath mats.
Four bath sheets.
Four hand towels.
Four flannels.
Mud-eating mat for the kitchen.
(Bearing in mind that that all has to be bought again, so there's spares for washing!!)

A less "dominant" unit for the TV to sit on - now Clara may have failed here! It certainly all went a bit pear-shaped when she tried to put it in situ anyway!

Before:

As Clara tried to move the old table, disaster struck! The ridiculously heavy fire back-plate that was balanced on the wall behind it, fell over - with a very large bang!

It crushed the bottom of the table and the shock of the bang, must have gone through the table because within a second, Baggy's index finger was swollen and purple. Sigh.

No way could Baggy move the back-plate, but she managed to stand it back up, before carrying the "new" cupboard single-handedly (dodgy finger and all) into the cottage from the car. But it's a lot bigger than it looked in the vintage shop, so Freda Fretter thinks it's all wrong. Clever Bird is hoping that once the back-plate has been moved (by number one furry), and the cupboard can move back seven inches, it might look better.

She might need to re-paint it a different colour as well.

Rug.

Well at least that goes.

Before Baggy left, she took advantage of the rain and spread a whole bunch of grass seed in the front garden. Why? Because she now has only twelve days before the holiday cottage company is coming to take the marketing photographs!!! Wah! Don't panic Mrs.....................