Rest is best.

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): Grey.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 9.
Tears: No.
Pancakes (Yes/No): Fresh fruit and semolina!
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): 13st 13lbs although it probably won't last.
Overall day: Productive.

Number one furry was still at work today having done a six day week, so Baggy was missing him. The other furries had her up at eight, which was a good thing because the house was a serious mess. At least The Domestic Goddess had the morning to get it looking a little nicer. Furry Mama decided that Pepper needed to rest, as he's clearly still in pain from some part of his right leg. The poor pooch, he thinks he's done something really wrong - no more treats of any description; no grass eating; no walk and not even any indoor ball throwing. Furry Mama is trying to reassure him that he hasn't, with lots of cuddles and tummy strokes, which he's now decided is the best thing ever.

The Goddess did a pretty good job all morning. Satisfied that the house looked okay, Creative Clara started typing her novel. She had typed exactly five words, when Pepper let out a high-pitched howl and hurtled into the kitchen on three legs - Calum was home.

After a sarnie and a cuppa, they popped over to the yard for a quick visit. They had a chat with Pauline, the yard manager, who was her usual wonderful supportive self. Grotty Groom and Calum really landed on their feet when they found that yard - the Boys are so content there. Grotty would like to thank you Pauline! Then they popped into the stable block to give Wessles and Joey a pat and a parsnip. As Calum has been up since 2.00am and the pooch was cold, they only stayed for a few minutes.

Back at home, Calum has been relaxing, while Clara has carried on editing and typing up her novel. She's half way through Chapter three now, so is feeling rather pleased with herself. Surprisingly, the pooch has been resting. Investigation by Cal makes Furry Mama think that he may have bruised a toe, and/or pulled a claw. Clever Bird hopes that is all it is as Freda Fretter was convinced that it was his shoulder. Calum in a gesture of solidarity with the pooch, or more likely just through plain clumsiness through tiredness, has just stretched out his leg and kicked the leg of the coffee table - he now appears to have a broken little toe - also on his right leg. Furry Mama now needs both of them to rest, although it's nearly nine and Cal is still up......