Priorities of life.

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): 8.
Tears: No.
Overall day: 🐇

Priorities - interesting things. Some conscious - some not. But all - important. In the middle of the night Clever Bird was thinking about some of Baggy's, as Freda Fretter did her usual sleepless-worrying about money. Baggy used to smoke like the proverbial chimney. She owned up to the doctor to twenty to thirty a day, but the truth was it was more like forty a day. For well over twenty years! Baggy also used to get through jobs like it was going out of fashion. As a senior marketing executive, she was always first on the hit list for redundancies, after all, "anyone can do marketing" (apparently). Or just to be sacked before her probationary period was up, as she was "too expensive" - Clever Bird never did learn not to write a five-year strategic plan in the first few weeks of employment! After one such event Baggy had a choice to make, having accepted a new job with a massive pay cut: be able to afford to pay the mortgage or not!

Priority choice: mortgage or fags? Sounds like a no-brainer doesn't it baggees? Well it was really, but not that simple. Baggy has an addictive personality anyway. Nicotine is terribly addictive. And her jobs were always extremely stressful. Nicotine helped. But the fags went, as did the daily cappuccinos and a few other "treats". The mortgage got paid. She then got "sacked" from that job two days before Christmas!!!! A day before her "probation" was up. But Creative Clara digresses.

As Freda fretted last night about money and what a luxury it is to have two horses, Clever Bird remembered that time. A time when cigarettes were probably about £3.98ish a packet. £7- £8 a day. £35-£56 a week. £140 - £224 a month. £1,680 - £2,688 a year!!!!! Had Baggy not managed to give up, cigarettes are now more like £10 a packet! That would be over £7,000 a year. And horses are soooooooooooo much healthier for you!!!! (Well, usually).

Priority Choice: first for today. Pander to Hormonal Hannah's off-the-Richter-scale-anxiety-levels and stay indoors or go and pick up the new knobs for the holiday cottage's fire. This needed doing. The cottage has had two more bookings today!! Another week in October and another week in November. Thus slightly reducing Freda Fretter's money-worry angst. But it is getting cold! Fire needed. So to encourage Hannah to go out, Furry Mama promised Minty Mutt a walk on Sizewell beach, which is just a few miles on from the stove shop. Two birds - one stone (-saunders) and all that.

Knobs picked up. New fire grate ordered. Minty Mutt walked. Hannah's anxiety beaten down!

When they arrived home Bracket kat was sitting on the kitchen step waiting to go in. Clever Bird suddenly noticed the baby rabbit that was lying next to her. Baggy unlocked the door and made Mint go inside. Furry Mama tried to get the rabbit as Bracket leapt on it. The squealing was awful. Furry Mama grabbed Bracket who dropped the rabbit. She threw Bracket into the house and shut the door. She tried to see the rabbit. It was about to dive behind Calum's motorbike. Baggy ran towards it and in a sweeping movement Furry Mama leant forward and caught the rabbit, and Baggy's foot on the edge of Mint's paddling pool. As the rabbit squealed its little head off in terror, Freda Fretter felt Baggy falling forwards - at speed - towards the skip-bucket full of weeds, mud and smelly rainwater that's been sitting there since last time Baggy's sister was at the house. Baggy jet-propelled into and over the top of it. Freda realised that she was about to hit the new gravel - HARD.

Priority Choice: Second for today. Drop the baby rabbit and break Baggy's fall or save the cute bunny. Another no-brainer. With no conscious decision made, Furry Mama lifted the bunny upwards with both her hands, as Baggy landed with one knee in the stinky wet weeds and crashed to the floor. Baggy's right elbow hit the gravel first, pushing her right hand and wrist (still holding the bunny), straight into Baggy's right boob. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! OUCH! All Furry Mama could think about was whether Baggy had squashed the now completely silent bunny. But no, it was alive. Baggy pushed herself up by her elbows, whilst lifting a soaking wet leg out of the weeds in the bucket. A shooting pain went through her chest as she walked up the steps to the top of the garden to let the bunny go. Furry Mama put the bemused rabbit on the floor, who looked at her, then shot through the fence into the field.
 

Baggy now has a sharp pain in her chest under her right boob, a very painful right elbow and a swollen right hand, but hopefully the baby bunny is fine.

Priorities - they are important....................