Positive stuff.

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): Blue.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 5.
Tears: Noooooooooooo.
Overall day: Chilled.

Clever Bird's plan for the day: hang about for British Gas to install a clever meter, sorry, a smart meter. They would arrive some time between 10.00am and 2.00pm. Baggy struggled to get up, she was still so tired, but at least Hormonal Hannah seemed a little chirpier. The chap arrived at 10.30 and was promptly leapt on by a demented puppy - fortunately he liked dogs! After much discussion about the antiquity of Baggy's electrical system, Clever Bird and the nice chap agreed that a smart meter was not such a clever idea at this time. So Baggy got her day back.

As Pepper was such a good boy yesterday, being in Billy Bob with Baggy for nearly four hours, and not getting a proper walk, Furry Mama decided that she'd take him to the beach. Southwold being the nearest, they pootled over there - in the rain. Clever Bird thought that this would be no bad thing, as Southwold would be really quiet. Wrong! It wasn't! In fact Baggy couldn't park in her usual place. But there was space above the promenade.

The tide was in. And the sea was wild and woolly. The positive ions were leaping about like little natural happy pills. The wind blew the cobwebs away and cleared Baggy's fuddled brain. The pooch got so excited that he was beside himself. Baggy's new mad trousers and jacket were getting some really funny looks, but even Freda Fretter didn't care! Life's too short to be grey - well no, you're right baggetts, Baggy likes being grey! In fact she's been having nightmares recently about not being grey! That a hairdresser has dyed her hair without her realising and she was traumatised by it. Not as silly as it sounds, as it's taken her four years to grow the colour out, and she likes what she has now. So let's try that again, life's too short to be beige! So between the madly coloured Baggy and the madly charging about pooch, they were getting stared at and even got photographed a few times. It's amazing how the seaside uplifts Hannah and for that matter the pooch.

Furry Mama decided to be kind to number one furry and do the food shopping, as she was fairly confident that after an hour and twenty minutes of hurtling after a ball, Pepper would not stress too much in Billy Bob. When they got home Pepper slept like a log. The Domestic Goddess packed away the holiday cottage Christmas decorations in a crate to go in the attic. Made some healthy lunch; then ruined it by giving Baggy a mince pie, followed by Christmas cake and cheese. Waaaaaaaah! Number one arrived home a little while ago, a lot earlier than Baggy was expecting. The pooch lost the plot with bouncy happiness. Calum seemed just as pleased to see the pooch. A Baggy could be hurt really, when she comes a poor second to the pooch in the queue for a hug.........