It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.

Note to readers (my lovely Baggetts): 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): Grey.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 2.
Tears: Yeah.
Overall day: Christmassy.

Today was the day that Baggy crawled up into the attic so that Creative Clara could get all over excited with the Christmas decorations. Three trees have been trimmed. Wine has been consumed. Christmas songs have been background music. No bah humbug this year.

Baggy is not too sure how seriously number one furry was taking it. He is after all only five years old (well in his head anyway). Pepper Pooch couldn't work out whether he was impressed or totally freaked out. "What is it with humans bringing trees indoors anyway?"

"And who is this Santa Claus?"

Clara worked round them.

 

 

First the main house tree for the sitting room of Baggy's house.

Then the tree for Baggy's holiday cottage. There are four people staying there from Christmas Eve until the Monday. Then from the Monday afternoon until the following Monday, another four people are staying!

Clever Bird decided it would be a good idea to finish the tree and take it over to the cottage all ready to just switch on. What she didn't do was factor in just how ridiculously heavy it now is for Baggy to carry! Hopefully it will fit in Billy Bob Jalopy campervan.

Next, her whacky tree for the snug.

Both fireplaces fiddled with. Stockings up.

Certain furries seem a little impatient to see what's in their stockings!

A few finishing touches.

The children played while Clara tidied up.

Quick whizz over to Beccles to give Pepper Pooch a run about before it got dark, and do some food shopping. It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.........