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): 2.
Tears: Nope.
Pancakes (Yes/No): No.
Syns (Baggy is allowed 8-15): Whatevs!
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): Sigh.
Overall day: 👾
At some point, beavering flat out was always going to catch up with Baggy. Well, it did today. The plan had been to go back to the soon-to-be-a-holiday cottage again, but neither Baggy nor number one furry could actually wake up this morning. In fact, number one, who normally manages on a few hours sleep, was so wiped out that Furry Mama got up at ten and left him still sleeping! Clever Bird had already decided that it would be too much to go over there again today. Plus there's kind of no point, until she knows whether the cottage is going to get an electrical safety certificate or not. So instead The Domestic Goddess had a mini sort out of the kitchen and hung some washing out, while Cal snoozed on.
When he emerged, he still felt exhausted, but Furry Mama persuaded him to come for a wander about the village with Minty Mutt as it's such a beautiful day in Suffolk. Quick trip to the farm shop to buy feathery-food. Then a less quick trip to the supermarket to buy human and cat food. Then much flopping about the garden, before unloading all the stuff that they'd brought back from the garden of the soon-to-be-a yesterday, that was still in Dodgy-truck. It was Baggy that did most of the heavy carrying though, as poor Calum just has no energy (probably because seemingly for weeks now he's had to have pretty major dental treatment, requiring anaesthetic that he's allergic to!! He had it again on Friday (four injections each time - ouch) and has to go again next Friday, the poor love).
When she came in to feed the furries, The Domestic Goddess chucked the pork in the oven for supper and Baggy decided to lie on the bed. Ninety minutes later she woke up........
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