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