All of life is here.

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): 7.
Tears: Not enough energy.
Overall day: 😪

Baggy woke up at silly o'clock, almost lunchtime! Feeling guilty she headed downstairs to find her two biggest furries. There was no sign of either of them. Hinge and Bracket glued themselves to Furry Mama's ankles, their eyes fixed to the two packets of food in her hand, as she went back upstairs. Clever Bird noticed a nose. Minty Mutt was lying in the doorway of the spare bedroom. Baggy wandered over. "Oh, there you both are". Cal was still in bed, on his laptop. Mint was guarding him. Furry Mama went and fed the cats and then hopped in bed with Cal. A few minutes later Hinge and Bracket joined them. By the time everyone was fully awake, it was lunchtime.

It's been a floppy day really. Cal has an excuse, he's really rather poorly. Freda Fretter is not at all sure what Baggy's excuse is. She persuaded Calum to come on a short gentle stroll with Minty Mutt. It's another beautiful day, but it was probably too hot, even for a stroll. Mint hopped straight into his new paddling pool when they got back. Furry Mama half expected Calum to join him. Baggy sat on one of the garden chairs and watched him. Mint drank half the pool. Tea needed. The Domestic Goddess went in and put the kettle on. She swore at Furry Mama as Minty Mutt followed her dripping pool water and mud all the way through the kitchen, and putting wet paw prints across the sitting room carpets. Sigh. Cal was chilling on the sofa watching catch-up telly. Baggy ignored the now filthy carpet, and joined him. There was a commotion from the kitchen. Very "talkative" meows. "Now what have you got Bracket? I really don't need any more presents".  Furry Mama wandered back through.

Bracket was in the hall, lifting the little Afghani rugs up. Furry Mama lifted one up too and couldn't see anything. "What have you got? There's nothing there". Bracket leapt on another little rug. Furry Mama lifted it. Nothing. Then she saw something shoot across the floor as Bracket leapt on it. "What is.........ooooooo, a lizard". The tiny, now tailless, lizard shot into the kitchen with Baggy in hot pursuit. Furry Mama tried to catch it, but it was so quick, she couldn't pick it up.
"Calum, can you get me an envelope or something?"
"What sort?"
"Any sort", said Hormonal Hannah slightly "shortly", as she tried to stop the lizard disappearing, while Bracket watched on, swishing her tail. The lizard meanwhile had seen his escape route, and shot up Baggy's arm. Furry Mama wrestled him back to the floor and cupped his hands over him.
"Where are you?"
"On the floor".
"Oh, what is it?"
The lizard shot out. Baggy caught it again. Calum pushed a piece of paper under Baggy's hands. Again it shot off, but Calum did a Ninja Kung-Fu movement and caught him and put him outside.

Gloria Gardener really loves her garden, and Clever bird is beginning to realise how many other people love it as well. So many breeds of bird Furry Mama has lost count; mice, rabbits, moles, voles, shrews, slow-worms, lizards - she's just hoping for a hedgehog next. Baggy was contemplating this, sitting on the patio, when there was another racket. This time, the two of them, Hinge and Bracket were studying the base of a plant pot! Furry Mama rescued another lizard!

The Domestic Goddess was thinking of doing some more window painting, when she felt a little peculiar. She went in and Clever Bird decided that she should have a little lie down. Once again she woke up ninety-minutes later! Calum has an excuse for being exhausted, Clever Bird is really not sure what Baggy's excuse is................