No news is good news - hopefully.

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): 6.
Tears: No.
Overall day:💦

Baggy had to get up today to drive number one furry over to the holiday cottage, well not that he needed to go to the holiday cottage as such, but he did need to go to the pharmacy to get another three weeks worth of bug-killing antibiotics. Clever Bird set the alarm for eight. They finally found the energy to actually get up at nine. Furry Mama gave Minty Mutt his morning brie with dementia pills and Tramadol, along with a cup of tea with his liquid anti-inflammatory pain killer in it, then took him for a morning amble and tucked him up with the television, chewies and The Hinge cat for company. Bracket kat decided to spend the day hunting and sun-bathing.

Antibiotics collected, they pootled to the holiday cottage thinking that Gloria Gardener might need to assist the caretaker and cut the lawns, as guests were leaving and new ones arriving today. As they pulled up, the caretaker was just pushing Gloria's lawnmower back to the back garden. Apparently the guests left last night instead of this morning. Hopefully this was not because they were disappointed in any way, but of course Freda Fretter will worry regardless. The first thing she did was to check whether they had filled in a feedback form, but no they hadn't. But then, "No news is good news" as they say. The house looked immaculate and the flowers are blooming in their pots, so hopefully the new guests will be happy. The caretaker did say that she'd removed a whole dustpan full of dog hair though! Freda will await any on-line comments about their stay.

Baggy then drove Calum to his workplace to have a chat with the boss and collect his motorbike which has been there since his unexpected trip to hospital last Friday. His phone rang. Baggy assumed that it was the doctor who had promised to call as she wanted a word about his health, but it wasn't. It was the dentist, asking where he was. They leaped back into the car and whizzed to the dentist's. Baggy dropped Cal at the door and went and parked, before heading off for a walk around town (in the sweltering 26deg.C. heat!!!!). Forty-five minutes later Calum reappeared, slightly whoozy from yet more Novocain and they headed back to his workplace. Motorbike collected, Furry Mama followed him in the car, like an over-protective hen with her chick, trying to check he was okay. He was, although they stopped for a drink break half way home.

Minty Mutt was beside himself with joy when they got back, and Furry Mama felt bad that she'd left him for so long. More brie (and drugs) and a salmon-skin chewie cheered him up. Then he promptly fell asleep. Meanwhile Bracket kat is re-marking the house by head-butting the mutt, her sister and Calum and Baggy to reclaim them all, as only cats can............