Why do things always go pear-shaped?

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): Grey.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 7.
Tears: Of pain.
Pancakes (Yes/No): No.
Syns (Baggy is allowed 8-15): No clue.
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): Too many.
Overall day:  👽

For days now Freda Fretter has been very aware that Baggy's right knee was quite painful. Probably from all the kneeling down weeding, painting, floor-scrubbing etc. She moaned about it to number one furry but carried on working. Yesterday, while Calum was putting up the bathroom cupboard, he dropped a little screw and couldn't find it.  Baggy to the rescue, before number one totally lost his temper. As Baggy knelt down on the floor, she felt an agonising shooting pain through her left knee. It took her breath away. She couldn't actually bend her knee to get back up, so she searched the floor lying down. She found the screw! Calum had to hoyke her back up. They then got on with the rest of the day. Baggy packed a ton more "stuff" into Billy Bob and the trailer to bring home. Furry Mama had also taken her car over so that Minty Mutt could go to the soon-to-be-a-holiday cottage as well, so she drove home last night.

They didn't get home until gone 7.00pm. There was no food in the house, but there was a bottle of wine open in the fridge, and Hormonal Hannah had been feeling particularly anxious all day, so against all medical advice, Baggy decided to have a drink while Creative Clara blogged. One small glass and Baggy was sozzled. There was only another half-glass in the bottle. She drank that. A friend came round. Calum and he started to drink too - tea, but still they were drinking, so Hormonal Hannah opened another bottle. By now it was nearly 9.00pm and everyone was hungry. The guys went off to get a takeaway Chinese. Lovely.

Baggy headed upstairs to bed, with her left knee clicking on every step. In her drunken state, she slung herself onto her marshmallow of a mattress, totally forgetting her knee. The pain shot through it. But a happily sozzled Baggy fell asleep. During the night Freda Fretter realised that her knee was not happy. In fact it was decidedly unhappy. By this morning it was bruised, swollen and Baggy could barely put any weight on it. So today Hannah is feeling very sorry for herself. Baggy did want a day off, but not an enforced one! Grotty Groom was really excited to go and ride her Boy, who she hasn't even seen for over a week. Instead Baggy's hobbling about like an old lady! Furry Mama persuaded Calum to take Minty Mutt for a walk, then decided that she'd go too. She managed around a hundred yards before Baggy's knee gave out. Calum sent her home.

But things needed to be done. Not least of which, unloading all the stuff from Billy Bob. But as well as being worried about Baggy, Freda Fretter was worried sick about The Hinge cat. She hasn't eaten for two days, and Furry Mama is not sure when she last had a poo. So once again it looks as though she's constipated. Bless her, she's clearly in a lot of pain. Furry Mama has been making Baggy go up and down the stairs all day to check on her and give her laxatives. In between sticking Ibuprofen gel on her own knee.

But she managed to help Cal unload Billy Bob. Creative Clara decided that Gloria Gardener could find a home for some of the larger items!

It filled a boring gap:

And Bracket kat seemed to like it:

Gloria set it up without hurting Baggy. Creative Clara sat down to take the photos and couldn't get back up! Calum to the rescue. The garden is definitely getting wackier by the day, but Hormonal Hannah finds peace in it.

As do the furries.

There are even white, pink and blue bells!

But, Baggy feels pretty wiped out, Hinge is barely moving and once again The Domestic Goddess has a major challenge on her hands.

This week is highly unlikely to go according to plan, unless Baggy's knee makes a miraculous recovery! Baggy's sister arrives in four days, ready for the Realuv's first ever vintage fair in five days time. The stock is not all priced up and none of it is packed! The Goddess is supposed to be going over to work at the soon-to-be-a, Grotty Groom really needs to see her Boys, Hormonal Hannah is trying hard not to go into a meltdown..........