Well there was a plan.

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): 5.
Tears: Yep.
Overall day: Not quite to plan.


Baggy came downstairs this morning to discover that Furry Mama's beautiful slippers were a little worse for wear! Excuse the quality of the photos baggetts, but do you see what Baggy has to contend with?

Today's plan was to take The Domestic Goddess over to the holiday cottage, so that she could take the Christmas decorations down. She collected crates, bags and boxes to pack everything in. Furry Mama put Pepper Pooch in Billy Bob Jalopy campervan first. He immediately hopped onto the front seats. He likes to travel with his Mama. So Freda Fretter attached his harness to the passenger seat and left him there while The Goddess put the crate in. The drive was interesting. High winds and lots of floods, with a soft pooch head on Furry Mama's knee as she drove, but Baggy made good time, and they were there by 11.30am. Clever Bird decided to unlock the cottage and take her bag and camera in before she let Pepper out of Billy Bob. Then she'd get the crate before taking him in. She left Billy Bob's side door open. She unlocked the front door of the cottage and there was the Christmas tree and all the decorations, packed up in a box, sitting on the dining table. The Goddess has the best caretaker ever! Furry Mama went and got the pooch.

He proceeded to throw himself all over the sofa, upside down, on his head, with his paws in the air! Scent-marking seems to be his security blanket. Freda Fretter panicked a little, but he was clean so it was okay. The cottage looked lovely as always. Baggy was slightly at a loss as to what to do as The Goddess's task was already complete. Gloria Gardener decided to do a little inspection. As the next guests (currently), are not due until the end of the month, and Clever Bird doesn't think they'll be wanting to barbeque anything, she decided to cover it. Unfortunately, the covers are all in the shed. The padlocked shed. The padlock which The Goddess doesn't appear to have a key to. Grrrrr! Meanwhile the pooch was hurtling around the nice big flat garden like a demented puppy, every now and again jumping on Furry Mama in his excitement. He was going so fast he was doing skid turns, with his ears flapping out behind him. 

Clever Bird decided to put the barbeque in the guest's shed. It was too expensive to leave out rusting in the rain. Baggy managed to manoeuvre it on its wheels to the shed, as Pepper hurtled round her, She couldn't get it through the door though. It was too wide. Then she realised that the side shelf bent down - success! Next, she put the fire pit in the summerhouse as it was acting like a bird bath. As she shut the doors she noticed that the bottom hinge was coming off the door. Clever Bird suspects that Storm Eleanor might have literally ripped it off its hinges. Repairs needed. The pooch continued to entertain himself. With nothing else to usefully do, Baggy decided to take The Goddess home. She locked up the back, and opened the front door. Pepper shot out - straight through the gates that Hormonal Hannah had left open - straight into the road - straight in front of a (thankfully, very slow moving) car - straight into Billy Bob, who was still completely open. Thanks Hannah! Fortunately, the driver of the car grinned and waved, but Furry Mama had terrible memories of Minty Mutt getting run over by a car and breaking his leg really badly, at exactly the age that Pepper now is, when he too ran straight into a road. A bit like that situation, when Minty thought that he was being left behind, Pepper just wanted to make sure he wasn't being left at the holiday cottage. 

They were home once more by 2.00pm. Baggy's baggy winter trousers had arrived. Yay. And despite Baggy being so tall and once again, seriously overweight, they fit. Okay most of you baggetts will probably think they are horrendous, they really are baggy, the crutch is below Baggy's knees - harem pants style - but Baggy loves them and they cheered Hannah up no end! And they are not just warm and snuggly, they are super comfy as they are not cutting Baggy in half, like her jeans currently do - oh the joys of Christmas over indulging. Just excuse Creative Clara for a moment please baggetts, The Goddess has just rustled her up some Christmas cake with four cheeses - well it would be wrong to throw it away......

P.S.  If you're wondering why the tears today baggetts, well as Baggy was driving she was listening to an 86-year old lady on the radio. At age 11 she had been in the tragedy at Bethnal Green underground station, when 173 people were killed on the stairs, as panic ensued when the air-raid sirens went off, closely followed by anti-aircraft fire. They've now erected a memorial to this tragedy and the whole interview was incredibly moving.

P.P.S. Hormonal Hannah has just discovered the Ritz cheese crackers. Sigh.