Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Grey.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 4.
Tears: No.
Overall day(s): 💨
After Creative Clara had written her blog earlier today, Clever Bird decided to take Hormonal Hannah to task. She persuaded her that she needed to get out of the house - even if only for a little while. Stage one. Go out as far as the drive! The Domestic Goddess wanted to get rid of the big bag of "things" that came out of Brucie Fiat, so she decided to put the relevant ones into Billy Bob Jalopy. Minty Mutt came with her, and they ended up spending twenty minutes just sitting in Billy Bob together watching the world drift by from the drive.
Next stop Baggy needed to go to the village farm shop to buy Minty Mutt some food and herself some bread. In a bid to wear off half-an-ounce, Clever Bird decided that Baggy should go on her bike. Her push bike that is, not Hairy Biker Hen's motorbike (which in any case currently has no MOT). It took Baggy longer to try and get the bike out of the garage than it would have taken to walk to the shop and get back. But once she's made her mind up about something, Baggy is like a mutt with a bone. She must have burnt at least an ounce off fighting the things that had her bike trapped. Finally she was ready. She set off.
Ten yards up the road she realised that her front tyre looked decidedly squishy. She could feel every bump in the road. Probably because the back tyre was also decidedly squishy. But Clever Bird knew that if Baggy turned around, she wouldn't head back out. So she carried on. Frankly the woman is a hazard. Thank goodness the roads around her house are quiet country ones, and that the shop is less than quarter of a mile away. Wobbly. Swervy. Frankly - dodgy! But she managed to get there in one piece. Couldn't breathe, and her legs were aching. No baggees, it's not up a big hill, just a very gentle slope that's almost not a slope at all. Baggy is just not very fit! AND the tyres were definitely "flat".
Riding back with six packs of dog food, some dog chewies, a loaf of bread, and (okay) a packet of four buttercream butterfly cakes - well they were just there looking at Baggy - in the front basket; well the only appropriate description is hazardous. But once again she made it home. Clever Bird dug out the pump from Baggy's basket and pumped up the tyres. Why didn't she do that at the shop you ask baggees? Simples. She was too embarrassed to try and figure out how to use it in public. Just as well really, as it took her three attempts. Baggy loves her bike, but she needs to get out on it more and build up her stamina and her proficiency!
Trying to get it back into the garage to put her bike away. Nah! No chance. That garage needs reclaiming again!!! So Baggy's lovely bike is currently in the hall. Freda Fretter doesn't want it getting wet and it's meant to chuck it down tonight.
Stage three, get Furry Mama to take Mint out again. He was quite happy to go for another pootle. Hannah tried not to feel too overwhelmed by the huge Suffolk sky, but at least it was a beautiful day, rather than the manky one that they had forecasted. Baggy soon stopped worrying about the big outdoors when Freda Fretter realised that poor Mint's legs kept giving out. She decided to sit down on the grass for a while so that he could have a rest. He seemed better when they set off again. Back in the safety of her house, Mint had one of his salmon-skin chewies while The Domestic Goddess carried on with her "surprise" and Baggy shovelled butterfly cakes down her throat.........
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