Stormy days.

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):  😳

Wet! English summers eh baggees? Literally torrential rain and Baggy was in town in a little summer top and here ubiquitous dungarees. She only managed to get up because her sister Debby woke her with a phone call - no, not selfishly - it was 10.30am! Clever Bird is delighted to report that Baggy's sister is getting as daft as Baggy! Picture this. Debby walks her little dog, Pickle, with a doggy-poo bag carrying the essentials: spare poo-bags, treats, and two tennis balls (in case one gets lost - her throwing's not that hot).  She keeps the bag, fully stocked, ready for the next walk, hanging on a peg in her "boot room". This morning, she grabbed it ready for her walk, wondering what the awful smell in the room was, only to realise her deliberate mistake: her spare bags, dog treats and two tennis balls are somewhere in a doggy-poo bin! Ah baggees, you have to love the menopause and what it does to intelligent women's brains.

On that note: Stop one of the day for Hormonal Hannah to go and have a blood test. Long story short, when she got there they decided she didn't need it!
To the vet's for Furry Mama to pick up more Tramadol for Minty.
To the library for Clever Bird to print off a "For goodness sake get it right" letter to her useless solicitor.
To the hardware shop to finally do a post redirect at the Post Office and to get screws for Billy Bob Jalopy (fail).
To a little garage to get screws for Billy Bob Jalopy (fail).
To the village shop, to buy milk and bread - just as the downpour started. It wasn't going to stop in a hurry, so Baggy got soaked running in. Then the thunder started, so Baggy got even more soaked trying to run back and get Furry Mama home to Minty Mutt.
Clever Bird parked fifty yards from the house, as Billy Bob was on the drive. She was running through a river!

Furry Mama opened the door to a trembling Minty who wouldn't leave her side, even when she was stripping off her soaked clothes before she caught pneumonia. She then realised that Bracket was out in the storm and got re-soaked trying to find her! The poor cat was so wet that she didn't even look like a cat! Furry Mama tried to dry Baggy and Bracket off with a towel. Bracket was fine once she realised that it wasn't a punishment!

Meanwhile Baggy was trotting round the house looking as furry as Bracket. It's not just the hair on Baggy's head that is long and thick! Clever Bird has always thought of Baggy as "the missing link", but since her Lawrence-the-durmoid-cyst surgery, and her plunge into full menopause overnight as a result, she's got even worse. She hasn't seen her lovely beautician for at least six months, as she was on maternity leave and Freda Fretter couldn't bear to visit someone else, and now she's moved she hasn't arranged to get back there, so it's not good! But where Baggy's socks and the bottom of her elasticated hippy clothes rub, her legs are clear of fur! Having had this conversation with her sister this morning, they decided that Baggy should wear slightly longer socks each day throughout the autumn and winter and wear all the hairs off. They've decided to take them on Dragon's Den - watch out for Epilator Socks, coming to a town near you soon baggees............