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..............