Pitch is the new black.

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): Pitch Black.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 6.
Tears: Some.
Overall day:  😣

Wow depression is a rat bag! Creative Clara can think of no descriptive words. It's just sneaky. Just when you think you've got it licked, it comes back and dumps a storm cloud on your head. Clever Bird was beginning to think that maybe when she went to Baggy's new doctor to have a review of her requirement for happy pills, she would say that she didn't need them any more. Pah! So this will be the world's shortest blog baggees - so sorry. But Baggy's having such a crisis of confidence, that she doesn't understand why anyone would be the least bit interested in her daily ramblings. Then of course Freda Fretter immediately starts panicking that that is actually a very rude thing to write, because for whatever reason, a lot of you lovely baggees read Clara's ramblings every day (or at least every day that she writes them). So then she feels pressure to try and write something entertaining and amusing - which generally involves her using self-deprecating humour, but that knocks her confidence even more. See where she's going with this? It's hard.

Clever Bird is doing her best to get the gang to keep Baggy busy, but she's fighting a bit of a losing battle. It doesn't help that her hopeless solicitor left a message to ask what was wrong with the documents that she'd sent Baggy to sign. You won't be surprised to know that the solicitor had no clue, because she hadn't kept copies of what she'd sent out. Clever Bird explained what was wrong with them and now awaits corrected contracts. Again. But the stress it is all causing is seriously too much.

It also seems likely that the reason Baggy has been feeling physically as well as mentally rubbish, is because she has tonsillitis. Yes, she's falling apart at the seams - and feeling pathetic. But tomorrow is another day, and she'll do her best to be in a better place for you all baggees. Taking Grotty Groom for a bit of a cuddle with her beloved Wessles will be in order. Love and hugs in the meantime.............