So annoyed!

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): Black.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 8.
Tears: Surprisingly  - No.
Overall day:  😠

Apologies baggees. Baggy is down and struggling, so she's been keeping physically active, and had little energy to blog. However, it's all good! At 8.00pm on Thursday she had a phone call from the holiday cottage company asking whether people could stay the next day (yesterday - Friday). Of course she said they could, so yesterday Calum, Baggy and Minty Mutt went over there to help the caretaker by doing the gardening. Last week's guests had written in the Guest Book, the first people to do so. They couldn't have been more complimentary if they'd tried, including putting that they'd be back. Freda Fretter was particularly delighted as she needs reassurance about everything. While the caretaker got on with cleaning and sorting out the cottage, Calum cut hedges and Gloria Gardener weeded. This typical English summer of sunshine and rain, is perfect growing weather for weeds. Over three hours later the garden was looking beautifully loved once more. Poor Calum was all weak and wobbly and Baggy just ached, but at least it was done. Clever Bird settled all her accounts to the end of July. By the time they got home - to a well deserved fish and chips supper - all they wanted to do was chill in front of the telly and go to bed.

Today, The Domestic Goddess was rustled up to try to get the house looking nice once more. Since Calum has been off (for four weeks now), she hasn't really had much of a chance to do her thing. Today, even though Calum was trying to listen to music, she got the vacuum out and went for it. This was partly instigated by the black cloud, and partly by Clever Bird's totally useless solicitor, who has yet again sent a contract and covenants to sign, that are totally wrong! How can such idiot, so-called professionals, justify charging over £200 an hour? But every time, Clever Bird has to point out her errors, and every time it puts Hormonal Hannah into a stressed, anxious, spaced-out meltdown. She always sends these incorrect missives on a Saturday too, so Clever Bird has to get stressed over it until Monday. Then she is too flipping nice to complain. Hopeless. But at least the house benefitted from her angst.

Next, do a test run of putting up the gazebo that Calum bought Creative Clara for her vintage stall at the end of the month. They tried to do it on the back patio, but it was too big. They moved the cars off the drive and put it up on there instead. It's great. They might even end up looking like proper traders!

Then Baggy got side-tracked by Gloria Gardener who decided to tackle the large, totally overgrown border, by the drive. As she was fighting seven years worth of unpruned growth, Calum grabbed himself a garden chair and settled down to watch! It started to rain. Hard. So he moved himself into the garage and carried on watching. "That's proper rain now. I'm getting soaked." said Gloria. A moment later, Calum appeared with a huge sun brolly and held it over Baggy so that Gloria could carry on working. Clever Bird thinks that this was a good thing...........