Really poorly.

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): 5.
Tears: Some.
Overall day(s): Ghastly.

Sincere apologies baggetts but the gang has been really poorly. Not sure with what. But it was (and still is) extremely unpleasant. Clever Bird thinks it's probably flu, with acute bronchitis chucked in, but as if that wasn't enough, there's also been sickness and Montezuma's Revenge as a side. For days Baggy has barely been able to move across a room without nearly passing out from lack of oxygen, so the gang have all been having a time-out while she tried to rest. It's really not been easy, especially for Furry Mama, with Pepper Pooch! The lad needs exercise! But at least for the last two days, number one furry has looked after the pooch and Baggy, and finally she feels a teeny-weeny bit better. She still sounds like a Rice Krispie that's just had milk poured on it - just call her "crackle". And her ribs feel bruised, but at least Furry Mama managed to take the pooch out for a ball throwing session this morning. She coughed so badly when the cold air hit her lungs, that she nearly passed out, but Pepper didn't mind, as long as Furry Mama carried on throwing his ball. At least he had a lovely time.

 
The Domestic Goddess on the other hand has a house that's covered in mud, and shredded: toilet rolls, socks, slippers, paperwork, cat food packets, Minty Mutt's toys, tennis balls and carrier bags! But Baggy still isn't well enough to let The Goddess at it, so for now Hormonal Hannah has to get over herself, cope with the mess, and let Baggy continue to try and get fully well..........