Ups and downs.

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: Maybe.
Overall day(s): 😳


It was inevitable that the double whammy of number one furry going back to work on Tuesday and Baggy's sister going home on the same day, would put Hormonal Hannah into a dodgy place, but keeping Baggy occupied has worked. Even Grotty Groom managed a couple of hours with the Boys - they had their annual jab and dental treatment on Tuesday afternoon, which at least meant that Baggy had to leave the house twice - once with Furry Mama and once with Grotty. Yesterday, Creative Clara spent all day pricing new stock for the Halesworth Brocante on Saturday. As the big antique fair was last Sunday, Clever Bird is convinced that it will be a quiet one, and she needs Clara to show new stuff. She decided to practise a new, more coordinated look. What do you think baggees?

Today, once she'd managed to convince Baggy to face the day, Furry Mama took Minty for his walk, before Baggy took Clever Bird into town to post off the land-purchase documents finally! This also required payment!!!! But thanks to Baggy selling her car, Calum being back at work, Minty's insurance paying out, and the extra holiday cottage bookings, this was okay. Phew! Hormonal Hannah's anxiety levels went down once it was done. One less thing to worry about. With luck in a week or so, Gloria will officially own her lovely garden.

Clara then went back to sorting stock for table two. This is still a bit unfinished, but it's getting there.

The proof of the plan will be revealed on Saturday. Freda Fretter has various of Baggy's bits crossed that it will be another good fair. Especially as sadly, Clara's space in the vintage shop is not going to be available after all. At least not any time soon. So much of the stock that she had ear-marked for that shop, will now be on her stall at the weekend. But as they say, "Practice makes perfect", and Baggy is enjoying using Clever Bird's brain to make sales in this highly competitive market.

Meanwhile, Freda Fretter is trying to work out where Fred-the-size-of-a-cat-with-clogs-on-Spider, has vanished to. He was on the wall above the clock a while back, but now there's no sign of him, and as he can cross the room faster than a race horse, this is more than a little bit worrying. It's all Furry Mama's fault though. Baggy is terrified of spiders. But Furry Mama felt sorry for Fred when he was stuck in the bath for a couple of days, so she traipsed a towel into the bath for him to crawl up. He used it. And vanished! Well now he's in the sitting room with Baggy, but where, is anyone's guess! Baggy's feet will remain firmly on the sofa, until Hormonal Hannah forgets all about him once again..........

Major progress has been made!

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): 2.
Tears: Noooooooooooooooo.
Overall day(s): 😀

Well that's been a productive couple of days for the gang, Calum and Debby! Much has been achieved in the garden and the house. And Realuv had its best market day yet! Bracket kat has finally decided that it's perfectly safe to come out from under the bed and Hinge cat has fallen in love with Baggy's sister, and now snuggles up on her knee!

Firstly, as promised baggees (albeit a day late), the photos of the patio garden, with new bark, gravel and plants gifted to Calum and Gloria Gardener by Baggy's lovely sister! It looks brilliant after an awful lot of weeding!

 

Creative Clara should have taken photos of the befores, but of course Hormonal Hannah made her forget to. But this path was so covered in plants, weeds, mud and dead leaves, that you couldn't really see it. It still needs some more gravel, but it's almost there.

 



Deb even washed the shells in Gloria's pot!

Yesterday was the Halesworth Street Antique Fair. The gang and support team were all up before 5.00am and in town setting up by 7.00am! It was a glorious day and little old Halesworth was absolutely heaving with people and dogs. Apparently the main street was so busy that you couldn't move along it, so Clever Bird was extremely pleased that Clara's stall was in the Market Square where it was decidedly less busy, but still had lots of footfall! Clara's stall is still not even close to being as slick and professional looking as many, but it was better than lots, and Clara sold a lot of stuff. Two pocket watches, Murano glass animals, a silver Vesta case with a watch chain, Shelley china, vintage cameras, jewellery, pickle forks and lots of little bits. The end result was a very profitable day. Especially as Debby and The Domestic Goddess had packed lunch and drinks, so money wasn't being spent on victuals!

Baggy now needs to crawl around her cupboards to find enough "new" product to sell at the next Brocante (next Saturday), that her stall looks completely new and fresh! Another busy week coming up then. But the last few days have been wonderful.........

It's sad to be so hopeless.

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): 2.
Tears:Yes.
Overall day: 😻

Sorry baggees but Creative Clara is likely to be AWOL for a few days. Baggy's sister arrived yesterday, armed with rubber gloves, vacuum cleaner, dusters and presents, plus holiday spending money! Bracket kat is certain that she must have the pesky dog with her, who last time she arrived chased her straight up a tree. It doesn't matter how many times Furry Mama tells her that Pickle is not here, she won't come out from under the bed! It's been 24-hours so far. Sigh! The house is looking amazing though. While Baggy slept until ten this morning (much wine was consumed last night), The real Domestic Goddess, not the "not"one, cleaned the house. She's done so much vacuuming, that it looks as though it's been redecorated. This is unfortunate for The Domestic Goddess who thought she'd done a really good job of getting the house looking lovely for Debby's arrival! She'd failed! Apparently washing the grubby soap by the kitchen sink, was rather less important than washing the dish draining tray, that was purportedly a health hazard. Ah well. Clever Bird had thought that it was a good idea.

While shopping for food, Debby insisted that The Domestic Goddess buy a sink-unblocker thingy for the sink. When she put it down the sink, there was much bubbling noise, then a volcano of brown stuff shot back up out of the plughole. Yuck. The Goddess was feeling less adequate by the second. Hormonal Hannah suddenly felt overwhelmed with uselessness. Tears were shed. Fortunately Debby missed them! All she is doing is being lovely. It's Hannah's fault for making Baggy feel inadequate. Debby is being kind. And BIZARRE! The woman just loves cleaning!

When shopping, Baggy also decided to treat The Goddess to a mop and bucket. Yeah - sad baggees, but actually The Goddess was quite chuffed. She's a simple soul really. On the way home, they popped into the farm shop. More presents from Baggy's sister! Lovely plants for Gloria Gardener's pots, that she was lovingly tendering the weeds in! Then some bark and gravel to spruce up her patio a bit - tomorrow's task! Photos will follow tomorrow - well they will if Hannah doesn't make her forget to take them. Meanwhile a joint effort between The Domestic Goddess (actually let's just rename her Not) and the real Domestic Goddess, resulted in home made shepherd's pie, cauliflower cheese, peas and sugar snaps for Calum's home-coming from work tonight. Yes, The Goddess did help (the cheese sauce was entirely hers). No baggees, NOT from a packet. But it also made Furry Mama realise just how useless The Goddess usually is. A typical phone conversation on a Friday generally goes, "So what's for tea tonight?"
"No idea".
"Oh. Shall I get fish and chips on the way home?"
"Well that would be nice".
Things need to change..................

Time to re-evaluate life.

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): 2.
Tears: Nah.
Overall day: 😻

Number one furry was home unexpectedly last night, so he had to be up before four to go back to work. He decided to go back in Billy Bob Jalopy just in case he needed to sleep in him. The air-cooled engine's putt-putting noise as he left, probably woke up half the neighbours! Yet more storms had Minty Mutt and Furry Mama hauling Baggy out of bed not long afterwards, at 4.30am! It's not really possible to sleep when a very large German Shepherd is pawing the side of the bed every few seconds. So The Domestic Goddess made Baggy a cuppa, while Clever Bird switched on all the lights in the house and put the telly on at full blast, in a vain attempt to hide the flashes and rumbles from Mint. It seemed to help Mint settle a little, so Baggy stayed downstairs with him and the cats. Creative Clara spent a bit of time on t'internet, then Clever Bird worked on her spreadsheet showing income and outgoings for the holiday cottage. Thankfully, it's going extremely well and getting rave reviews. Yay!

 

https://www.holidaycottages.co.uk/east-of-england/suffolk/blossom-cottage?n=7&pd=8

 

At 6.30am Furry Mama decided to take Minty for a walk. Bearing in mind that as far as Hormonal Hannah is concerned, there is only one 6.30 in the day, Baggy had a surprising spring in her step. To be fair, this was at least in part due to the fact, that Baggy seemed to have a lot of cat litter in her shoes, but it was also because Baggy felt glad to be alive. As she wandered along with Mint, there was one of those hazy mists rising from the newly cut and baled wheat fields that the rabbits were hurtling across, as they heard Mint and Baggy approaching. The sun was breaking through the mist and causing little mini-rainbows. The rooks were chattering and wood pigeons were pecking at the wheat. It was a stunning morning and Clever Bird resolved to attempt to get Baggy to see this particular 6.30 more often!

 

Home to more tea and some toast, The Goddess started to whizz a duster about before heading up to fetch her car. She needed to empty it out before taking it to the garage to sell it. Once done, the salesman kindly gave Baggy a lift home so she didn't have to do the two-mile walk. Baggy gets irrationally attached to lots of inanimate things, especially cars! But although Brucie has been a good car, she didn't have that connection, and surprisingly just felt a relief that some money would be going into the bank! Especially when Clever Bird realised this morning that Brucie should have had his annual service last week, which last time cost over £500! Insurance refund, tax refund and the value will pay for most of the solicitors' bills! With a happy lightened heart, The Goddess got on with tidying the house in anticipation of Baggy's sister's arrival tomorrow. As she was hanging out a load of washing and planning what to do next, Clever Bird realised the error of her ways! One of today's priorities was to buy groceries for Debby's stay. Hmmmm! With Brucie gone and Billy Bob campervan with Calum, the transport options were Baggy's bicycle, Hairy Biker Hen's motorbike or  Dodgy Truck which Baggy has never driven. No food shopping then. Just as well Debby, (who epitomises the real Domestic Goddess and would put even Nigella Lawson to shame), is bringing a home made vegetable pasta with home-made pesto for supper tomorrow. Oh, and wine! Because she knows her sister so well.

 

It's of interest to Clever Bird though, just how much Hormonal Hannah has changed in the last few months. She has really re-evaluated Baggy's life and priorities. Baggy's been fortunate to earn good money in the past and to be able to afford to collect nice "things" - things that she's loved for many years and couldn't bear the thought of losing. But that's all they are - things. And they're not Baggy's anyway. Baggy's just the one enjoying them at the moment. Many of the things are a lot older than Baggy and unlike Baggy they won't die, as they are not alive in the first place (other than in Creative Clara's head). So the "things" can go, so that everything that is truly important in Baggy's life - the things that are Baggy's life remain safe and secure. Furries, family and friends are all that really matter when it comes down to the nitty-gritty of it all, heh baggees?......



Struggling onwards.

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): Blue.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 4.
Tears: Yep.
Overall day(s): 😑

Baggy has a new gang member baggees, just call her Vanishing Vera. Freda Fretter apologises that Creative Clara is not managing to make daily appearances at the moment, but between Hormonal Hannah's current struggles, and Clever Bird's insistence that Baggy therefore be kept as busy as is possible, blogging has been taking a bit of a lower priority in her days. So what has been up with Hannah? Well apart from the money worries and the legal worries, her anxiety levels have been just below panic attack level for days. Action has been needed. And it has been taken. Furry Mama has been walking the Minty Mutt's little legs off. They have both appreciated the fresh air. The Domestic Goddess didn't entirely appreciate Mint's need to paddle though! The pong!

She has however been on a roll. Keeping busy equals not constantly fretting. Plus, Hannah needs a peaceful environment, not an anxious-inducing messy one. Remember the annexe?

Bearing in mind that this was after four days clearing - another two days got the "snug" so that Baggy could cross the floor without breaking a toe, or her neck. A hunt in the garage produced various pots of paint: ivory and blue courtesy of Baggy's sister and yellow left by Baggy's dad. So on Sunday and Monday Calum and The Goddess started to paint.

It took two days, but Baggy loves the new improved snug.

Okay, minimalist it isn't! Clever Bird realises that by most people's definitions it's still madly cluttered, but it wouldn't be Baggy and Calum's home if it wasn't a little "different". The Domestic Goddess just needs to paint the coving and the ceiling and the first room of the house will be finished. Baggy's sister is coming to stay for five days from Thursday, so The Goddess is on a mission to clean! Even the "back" room is kind-of, almost getting there. Ish.

Well, it's never going to be clear!

Meanwhile today Clever Bird has sold Baggy's car to a local garage. Yep, she could have got a lot more for it selling it privately, but this way, the money will be in her account tomorrow and she will be able to pay the solicitors' bills for Gloria Gardener's land purchases. One less worry. Plus she'll get eleven month's tax and insurance money back. Bonus. Billy Bob Jalopy has been to the VW hospital and got his MOT, so he will be Baggy's "car" - much more her style anyway.............

Coping with the "Thing".

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): Blue.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 7.
Tears: No.
Overall day(s): 😽

What a night! Furry Mama was woken up by a highly stressed Minty Mutt at 3.30am. Clever Bird couldn't work out why. But Mint was constantly hitting the side of the bed with his paw, and panting like a steam train going up a hill. Baggy dragged herself out of bed and stroked the mutt. No change. She got back into bed. Mint restarted the pawing. "What's the matter Minty?"
"I'm terrified."
"I can see that baby, but why?"
"The thing."
What thing? Noise? Baggy has the hearing of a bat, but she could hear nothing except, squeaky snoring (from Bracket), panting and pawing. Furry Mama tried to concentrate. She could just about hear the odd rumble. Probably from Lincolnshire! Nowhere even vaguely close.
"See?"
"But Minty, your Dad snores a hundred times louder than that."
"Yes, but that's not scary Mum."
"Well, frankly, I'm not sure that I agree with you there, but still."
"It's the thing that's scary."
Furry Mama tried to tune in a bit better. Suddenly she understood. The "thing" was in the very air in the bedroom. The atmosphere almost felt as though it was alive. Then there was an almost silent rumble that Psychic Ploppo felt rather than heard. Baggy shivered.
"Right Mint, let's try to shut it out."
Baggy opened the voile curtains, wound up the blind and attempted to push up the sash window. Minty Mutt came and attached himself to Furry Mama's leg. "It's okay baby. I understand." Baggy fought the stuck sash, while Clever Bird registered two facts at once, firstly the house opposite had its lights on and the curtains open, and secondly Baggy was in her usually bedroom attire - nothing. Ah well, hopefully no one in the opposite house got a nasty shock.

An hour later Furry Mama finally heard Mint snoring. The alarm went off at 8.00am. Hormonal Hannah switched it off. Mint woofed. Baggy groaned. Mint woofed again. Clever Bird noticed the time - 10.00am. Mint woofed. The Domestic Goddess swore. Baggy leapt out of bed throwing her dressing gown on as she went. "It'll be the highchair for the holiday cottage you stupid woman." She opened the front door, wishing that her "epilator socks" were a reality, as Baggy's furry legs stuck out of the bottom of her dressing gown. She was so busy trying to hide them from the delivery man - who was way more interested in the huge German Shepherd who was barking his head off and shooting past Baggy - that she forgot her loose dressing gown as she bent over to sign the computer-thingy. The poor bloke couldn't get away fast enough. But at least The Goddess has her highchair for the holiday cottage.

The rest of the day has vanished in a blur of pricing things for the antique fair, while the furries amused themselves - how is it already the evening? Time for supper.....................

Time to grow up and face facts.

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): Very Dark Black.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 9.
Tears: Lots.
Overall day(s): 😵

Sincere apologies baggees, Creative Clara is back. It's all got too much and Psychic Ploppo has realised that Baggy needs taking in hand! The tarot cards have been speaking of "being careful about being immature". Clever Bird did not understand - how can an old bag like Baggy be immature? Last night at 3am when she couldn't sleep for worrying, she suddenly realised that she was being extremely immature. Her furry ostrich impersonation, of "everything will be okay, something will turn up" in terms of her providing some money for the pot - NONSENSE. The other warning of "Beware of materialism" - very pertinent! Setting up the holiday cottage; replacing the roof on the house; buying back the garden; surgery for both Hinge and Minty Mutt; MOT failures; washing machines collapsing; and prices generally going through the roof, mean that Baggy has a bit of a cash flow situation (understatement!). And yes she is being very immature about it, and materialistic.

Today she has sat down with pen and paper and done some totting up. The visit by the auctioneer on Monday wasn't actually an unmitigated disaster after all!! Yes lots of things that used to be worth hundreds of pounds are now not, but Baggy has an awful lot of "stuff" as you well know. And because she has so much stuff, the auction estimates soon add up to a decent sum of money. Take for instance the beautiful portrait miniature that she bought as part of an auction Lot for her Etsy shop Realuv. It's on the wall because Baggy loves it, but actually it's worth quite a bit.  "Beware materialism!" It will be going! Along with a lot of other stuff. Having made that decision, Hormonal Hannah feels lots better. It's a double win - some income for the pot and a de-clutter in one go!

In the same vein, Creative Clara popped into the local "Dress Agency" this morning whilst waiting for Brucie Fiat to be MOT'd. When she got home (Brucie passed with flying colours), she raided her wardrobes and decided to seize the moment. She drove back to town with a hat box and a suitcase stuffed with clothes. Although some of them were "too dated", the owner got very excited about quite a few other things. Told Baggy she had "an amazing sense of style", which did Hannah's confidence no end of good, also told her she loved her hair, so by the time Baggy left the shop, she had a bit of a skip in her step - really not at all sensible when she was hauling a very heavy suitcase which was still fairly full, up the high street, but she managed not to twist her ankle! More potential income for the pot.

Next stop the vintage shop that Clara is hoping to get a space in. The person that was leaving might not be going anymore, but Baggy's hanging on in there with bits crossed, that a space will appear. She has another plan too - more vintage fairs. She'll need to learn to drive Billy Bob Jalopy with a trailer on the back, but once that's done, watch out vintage markets! So, an awful lot of things that Baggy has had for a very long time, will be off to new homes in the next few months. But that's okay, because the most important things in life are her furries! Talking of which, Furry Mama had a drama yesterday. She lost Bracket kat.

In the afternoon Clever Bird heard the roar of machinery and realised that they must be cutting the wheat in the field by the soon-to-legally-be-Gloria's garden. This is where the cats find a lot of their presents for Furry Mama. She called Bracket. Nothing. Freda Fretter started to worry, as Bracket always comes to a call. Much walking about and calling later, she decided to try not to worry. When she still hadn't reappeared by tea time, Furry Mama went on quite a long walk, calling her like a nutter. Nothing. She was just trying to work out whether to call Calum and worry him, when she decided to double-check that Hinge cat was still in the house. She was - all flat on her back, legs akimbo, on the bed. Furry Mama gave her her tea and as she went back downstairs to phone Calum, felt the need to open a cupboard door; Bracket kat got up off the jumper she was asleep on, stretched and sauntered over to be fed. Showing no sign of the fact that she'd been locked in a cupboard all day. Meanwhile at least six dog-walkers were all looking for her. Sigh.

Freda Fretter breathed once more, while Clara checked her e-mails. The phone rang. "You have a booking for two nights for the 26th August, is that okay?"
"Absolutely. Thank you".
"It's for two adults and a small dog".
"Lovely. No problem".
"Your confirmation e-mail will arrive shortly".
It did. Clever Bird decided to double-check the details on-line. Yep, all as stated. Apart from the fact that the booking also included an "infant". Mild panic. Clever Bird realised it was time to find a highchair. So while in town today, Baggy visited every single charity shop. Pretty much without exception they all had one "last week". Typical. As Baggy was on her way to the next shop, she saw a chap pushing a very large mobility scooter with a (not small) old lady in it. "Are you okay?"
"Well, I've had easier days".
"Would you like some help?"
"If you don't mind".
Baggy started to push. It was really hard! "Urmmm, should we not be going in the other direction, back to the mobility scooter shop?"
"Well the lady wants to go this way. How far is it now?" he asked her.
"Up this hill. Round the bend. Then we're nearly there".
Three hundred yards later, Baggy was dripping in the humidity.
"If you just push me across the road, I can go to the Co-Op....."
"Wait - what?" thought Baggy.
"Then it's across that road, up the hill and to the right......"

As they approached the Co-Op it occurred to Clever Bird that the old dear was expecting to be pushed round it while she shopped. By now Baggy's arms were hurting. Another chap came over. "Do you need some help? I had to push one of these across the road the other day".
"Yes", said the chap, who could barely breathe at this point.
"Yes please", said Baggy, as she leapt out of the way, to let him get into pushing position. Baggy decided to make a hasty retreat. "Good luck", she called, as she scurried off the way she had come, looking like some kind of over-cooked beetroot.

In case you're wondering baggees, The Domestic Goddess went on-line and ordered a highchair. It arrives tomorrow. There was a second booking for the cottage too. This one for Christmas week! Yee-hah. More money for the pot! Mind you, The Goddess will need to provide a Christmas tree and decorations - that's easy though as she has three! But it is the perfect winter-break cottage!

 

 Blossom Cottage, Suffolk, England

www.holidaycottages.com

 

Clever Bird has also decided that Clara should take some of the antique furniture that the auctioneer says "Is worth nothing", to the antique fair on August 27th. Someone might love it as much as Baggy does.............



Downward Spiral

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): 6.
Tears: No.
Overall day(s): 😼

It's very easy to slip into a downward spiral without even noticing that you're doing it baggees. Sleeping later and later because you can't face the day. Not wanting to leave the house. Not facing facts about things that really do need to be taken seriously. Being a big fluffy ostrich really. All the things that Hormonal Hannah has had Baggy doing for the last couple of weeks. And some! Hence the lack of blogs again, for which apologies. Baggy will try harder. Plus, when she has been awake, she's been pretty flat out trying to get things sorted out, and Creative Clara hasn't had much of a look in.

But Hannah's little menopausal mush-brain means that she can't really remember what the gang have been up to for the last four days! Much of it was spent attempting to get back on top of the chaos that was the annexe. She's happy to report that although this is still not done, you can actually now at least get into each room! And she did find lots of bits to show the auctioneer today. Although sadly this did not go well. It would seem that the bottom has fallen out of the antique furniture market and pieces that were worth hundreds of pounds when Baggy acquired them, would now be lucky to sell for twenty pounds. So Clever Bird is going back to the drawing board, in coming up with a money-earning plan. Time for The Domestic Goddess to polish Baggy's car and get it valued. She'd much rather pootle about in Billy Bob Jalopy camper van anyway. Plus Furry Mama is well aware that Minty Mutt is comfier in Billy Bob than in the car. Bless him, he's seriously struggling to get up the ramp. Billy Bob is currently being fixed so that he will get his MOT, so assuming he passes it, Brucie car will be looking for a new home!

Psychic Ploppo decided that Baggy needed a little bit of guidance and inner support, as she's just getting way too stressed about things over which she has little control. Whilst fighting with the stuff in the annexe she found her old tarot cards along with her "Beginner's Book", so she decided to revamp her interest in them. For a few days now she has been picking a random card a couple of times a day. If you know about tarot baggees, you will appreciate this even more than Ploppo does, but the cards were very interesting. Even if you don't know about tarot baggees, hold the thought that like "normal" playing cards, there are four suits (Cups, Wands, Swords and Pentacles) with fourteen cards in each suit. There are also twenty two other cards - seventy-eight cards in all.

Psychic Ploppo picked (in this sequence):

1. 5 of cups.
2. 3 of cups.
3. The magician.
4. The high priestess.
5. Queen of cups.
6. Hermit (inverted).
7. 9 of pentacles.
8. The world (inverted).
9. Strength.
10. 8 of cups (inverted).
11. 4 of cups (inverted).
12. Sun (inverted).
13. Emperor (inverted).
14. Queen of cups (inverted).

Seriously - what are the odds? Cups are linked to emotions. They indicate fair, plump, emotional, creative people and are linked to Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces (Baggy is a Scorpio). Anyway, Clever Bird is only learning, but it's all good! Much of it is about being better after physical and/or emotional ill health. And making the most of opportunities. Baggy needs to rely on herself and use her powers and skills to move forward. Especially using her psychic and creative abilities!! But she mustn't be too hasty or too rash or be stopped by self-doubt or fear of failure etc etc. Basically, it's a "You're in a great place and if you are determined, you can go far" kind of thing. Hopefully, things are looking up - or more to the point, if Baggy can keep Hormonal Hannah from being too dominant in her life and can let Creative Clara and Clever Bird free rein, she should be able to earn a bit more of a living from her vintage goods. These cute little chaps are on their way to their new lives on the Isle of Scilly today.

 

From www.etsy.com/Realuv. Creative Clara is delighted that they've been adopted.........

There's a moose loose in the hoose!

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): 3.
Tears: No.
Overall day(s):  😳

Life has been getting on top of Baggy, so apologies baggees for not managing a daily blog at the moment, but Creative Clara is finding it hard to get enough of Baggy's brain power to write one! However, this is not due to depression - the black cloud is staying away this week; or even anxiety for that matter. Nope it is due to common-o-garden (what does that even mean?), STRESS. Why?

• Well because the land purchase is still dragging on, but it is almost sorted.
• But this of course will require thousands of pounds to be found to pay for it.
• Hinge cat seems to be heading for another hospital stay, due to constipation.
• Billy Bob Jalopy needs to be got through his MOT.
• Creative Clara is worrying about her new shop venture.

STRESS.

Clever Bird decided that what wasn't helping at all is the state that the house is once again in. So at the beginning of the week The Domestic Goddess started to tackle this!

Sigh!

It took two days to get it looking like this.

Yes. Quite!

Today is Day 4. Baggy is determined to get The Goddess to sort it before Monday, because Clever Bird has an auctioneer coming round to get some stuff sold (to get pennies to pay the solicitors). In the process, hopefully a proper de-clutter will occur, as she's hoping that some of her antique furniture might be of interest. She's employed Bit-at-a-time-Betty to oversee things, so that Hormonal Hannah doesn't get overwhelmed. She was ruthless in her throwing away today, which felt surprisingly good. But she was distracted when Furry Mama heard frantic meowing. This is normally a sign that Bracket kat has got her a present. Unfortunately Hinge and Bracket concluded a few weeks ago, that Furry Mama wasn't grateful enough for the dead mice; slowworms; moles; shrews; and voles that they bring her. They noticed that she quite liked the live lizards though and decided (incorrectly), that Furry Mama would prefer live presents. Actually, she'd prefer NO presents, but clearly that's not an option. So they've now started bringing everything in alive! Mice, baby rabbits, frogs - you name it. Today was a field mouse. It shot under a cabinet. When this happened last time, number one furry very cleverly coached it into a Weetabix box. Furry Mama did the same.

Well, she did the same in as much as she got the empty Weetabix box, and coached it towards it with a wooden spoon while lying flat on the floor to see what was happening. The mouse shot along the spoon, up Baggy's arm and off across the carpet, with Bracket in hot pursuit. There were terrified squeaks, so Furry Mama immediately told Bracket to leave it alone. STUPID! The mouse shot off. Bracket gave up trying to find it and went outside. Freda Fretter spent the next two hours trying to find the mouse. She failed. Furry Mama decided that she'd better track down the humane mouse traps in the garage. She couldn't see them, but found Baggy's Dad's boules, that she's been trying to find ever since they moved in! Psychic Ploppo took this as a sign that her Dad was delighted that she was buying the land (which includes Calum's i.e. Baggy's Dad's old shed and  his boule terrain). She found the traps eventually and was trying to figure out how to set them when she noticed that Baggy had locked Hinge cat in the annexe. She opened the door to let her out. She didn't move.
"Have you found the mouse Hinge?"
"What do you think Mum?"
"Clever girl".
"I know, but it's mine now".

Furry Mama had a look. Yep, the mouse was there. Well for a second, before it shot off again! But it went under a "Bag for Life". Furry Mama grabbed a box, and slowly lifted the raffia bag. The mouse clung to it. Furry Mama managed to get it into the box. Yay. Hinge cat hadn't moved from her spot, so Furry Mama snook it back outside. Phew! But in the time it took to find it, it had already done this.

Thank Heaven for Hinge, because this is what the mouse was amongst! The current state of play of the annexe on Day 4. Even bigger sigh!

It might not look it, but much progress has been made! And at least the moose is no longer aboot the hoose..............