Ozone is a geat brain drug.

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): 1.
Tears: No.
Pancakes (Yes/No): Not yet.
Syns (Baggy is allowed 8-15): Day out!
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): Still not looking.
Overall day:  😹

Clever Bird decided that her two top furries needed a bit of a day out today, as for that matter did Baggy. Number one is still far from well. If he does anything at all, even putting on his shoes, he starts coughing and can't breathe properly. Freda Fretter is rather worried about it, but he's back at the Doctor's tomorrow. So Furry Mama took both her boys to Southwold so that Calum could get some good sea air into his lungs, and so that the Boy Minty could use his little brain cells sniffing a new environment. Of course a day at the seaside, means a trip out for Billy Bob Jalopy camper van.

Clever Bird made Baggy drive, firstly because Cal needs to rest and secondly because she's trying to decide whether Baggy can sell her car and just drive Billy Bob (which was the original plan), as having both is rather an extravagant luxury. He's not easy to drive, very fun, but not easy. He is after all thirty-nine years old. He's left-hand drive, very long, extremely heavy and has no power steering or ABS. When he's static, you need the strength of Arnold Schwarzenegger to turn the huge old steering wheel. If you can't reverse using only mirrors, you are slightly stuffed, to put it bluntly.

Baggy hasn't driven him for a while, but she soon got used to him. Well, apart from feeling as though he's going to flip over when they go round a bend! But when it came to parking, well she did the sensible thing, she made Cal park! It being a very blowy, non-holiday, mid-week day, Southwold was like it used to be when they were kids, pleasantly quiet. They even got a free parking slot right next to the beach, where Baggy's Dad always parked when she was a little sprog.

It's also right next to one of the little beach cafés, so first stop was a cappuccino and a bacon bap, before walking the length of the promenade. Between Calum struggling for oxygen and Minty sniffing every beach hut, it really was a promenade, and a very slow one at that. Various stops were made at benches while Cal recovered.

The sea was one of Baggy's favourites - rough and noisy, with lots of fresh ozone and positive ions whizzing about.

They pootled up into town and wandered along the High Street to the famous amber shop. Baggy wanted a bracelet that she bought there thirty years ago repaired - the elastic that it was strung on has had it. She also wanted to get some bits valued. That done they wandered back down to the promenade (via more benches) and headed back to Billy Bob.

A bit of posing later, they drove home.

Now The Domestic Goddess needs to rustle up enough energy to make some supper. There's nothing like sea air to make you feel better, and totally exhausted at the same time.........