Sleep deprivation.

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 to Yellow.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 9.
Tears: No.
Overall day:  😶

No wonder Baggy is tired, Clever Bird finally acknowledged in the middle of the night that she isn't exactly getting quality sleep. Who is to blame for this baggees? Well, choose from the list:

Furry Mama: for letting Hinge, Bracket and Minty Mutt all sleep with her. Hinge frequently leaping on Baggy's stomach and head-butting her to wake up, and if that fails, sticking a gentle razor-sharp claw up Baggy's nostril. Minty Mutt running like a puppy in his sleep kicking the foot of the bed while he's at it. Then having a bad dream and clawing the side of the bed to wake Furry Mama up for a reassuring pat on the head.

Clever Bird: for leaving the bedroom sash-window open, so that the strong wind constantly blew the blind away, then let it crash back onto the glass, scaring Minty Mutt who then needed further reassuring head-pats. Then failing to actually shut the window!

Psychic Ploppo: for giving Baggy very vivid, very scary, very disturbing dreams.

The Domestic Goddess: for cooking getting-fat-again-Baggy a very healthy pasta supper, only to smother it in grated Cheddar cheese to make it taste better (probably causing the scary dreams). Or for the pancakes with maple syrup that she made Hannah to cheer her up, which gave Baggy a tummy ache.

Hormonal Hannah: for making Baggy have to get up to go to the loo, then giving her major boom-boomedy-boom-boom palpitations so that she started to panic and worry about going back to sleep, in case - well who knows in case of what - not waking up again maybe.

Freda Fretter: for worrying stupid over the land purchase, her useless solicitor, money, Calum's health, her new shop and anything else she could do nothing about at 3 in the morning.

or Baggy herself: for tossing and turning constantly and letting panic take over.

Whoever was to blame, Baggy "woke" tired and in a really bad place! Again. She had to get up though as she had an appointment for a health check at her new doctor's surgery. Furry Mama took Minty Mutt for a nice walk, and her black cloud lifted a little. But when she got home the post had arrived. Another letter from the solicitor enclosing the "corrected" plan of the land that Baggy is having to buy. Clever Bird looked at it. Thought it looked wrong. Checked it against the professional survey. It was! WRONG! AGAIN! Hormonal Hannah went into a shaky, panic attack meltdown. The ever impulsive Freda Fretter picked up the phone all ready to be "nice", when Clever Bird took over. "No. Do not call. Put it in writing". She started to type a letter, although Baggy's hands were shaking so much, and Hannah was so angry, that it wasn't easy, only for Freda to realise that she should be heading off for Baggy's doctor's appointment.

Baggy called Calum in an anxiety-driven panic, to explain the shaky mess she was in and why. Amazingly her blood pressure was only raised enough for it to be of a "little" concern. Creative Clara decided to head into town to buy some furniture paint, and to treat Baggy to a cappuccino. Hannah started to calm down. Baggy then drove Grotty Groom for some horse time. Wesley took one look at her and wanted a cuddle. Grotty was forgiven! Yay!

She spent ages grooming him and getting totally covered in horse hair in the wind. Whilst at it, the owner brought his tractor down the avenue to cut the grass. Wessles grew a couple of hands but wasn't bothered, Joey decided a hooley was required.

By the time Grotty left them, Baggy felt great. Even Hannah was feeling chilled. Grotty headed back to the tack room and met the lovely yard owner. A cup of coffee and a load of chat and gossip later, Baggy was in a really good place.

Home to the other furries and a cup of tea. Creative Clara decided to use her paint. Calum had bought her a lovely stand for her vintage shop, at the vintage fair they went to last weekend. Clara decided to overhaul it.

Before:

After:

Another coat of paint tomorrow should have it ready for her Brocante at Halesworth on Saturday. This evening Baggy is on the wine. No she shouldn't be drinking on her own, but she needed a glass or two, and she's not on her own, Hormonal Hannah is keeping her company..........