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: No.
Pancakes (Yes/No): May have had some popcorn!
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): 😇.
Overall day: 💨
Baggy wasn't the only one hobbling last night, the pooch was walking around on three legs. Furry Mama checked his paw, which seemed fine, so presumably he had pulled something hurtling after the ball. Baggy didn't feel great this morning either, so Clever Bird decided that they should both have a gentle day. Baggy needed to get The Domestic Goddess to get the house tidied and cleaned a) because it really needed it b) because Baggy wanted to be a good wife and make it nice for Calum when he got home and c) because unless she starts removing things from a certain pooch's reach, yet more things will be destroyed. That was the plan.
The reality however was that Creative Clara got side-tracked. Well, not entirely, her stones were all over the kitchen and sitting room and The Goddess wanted them out of the way. She took them outside. Gloria Gardener made an appearance and had a little conflab with Clara. Gloria has been unhappy with the pile of breeze blocks, pantiles and other junk that a certain husband dumped in her garden last year. Hormonal Hannah has asked him more than once to move it. Not surprisingly, said husband refused - seriously, anyone would think they were heavy or something - anyway, they don't appear to be going anywhere, anytime soon. Gloria liked Clara's idea. The Domestic Goddess got her a bowl of soapy water and lent her her rubber gloves, and Clara got busy. She decided to use her treasures from her beach-combing to jolly up the breeze blocks.
It took an age because Clara was having fun, but also because Furry Mama had to keep the pooch amused, so she kept throwing him his ball to catch. She did it in little sections:
Rocks that Clara just loved.
Tools lovingly made by Prehistoric man.
Creations of modern man.
She needs more, but by the time she'd finished, it looked like this.
Pepper was slightly bemused by the entire thing. But he's getting used to Baggy now.
It took a while, but Clever Bird decided that Hormonal Hannah needed to be amused outside in the fresh air, as it was such a beautiful day. The Goddess could wait! As Furry Mama threw the ball, she glanced up to see The Hinge cat defying gravity!
Why can't at least one of Furry Mama's furries not cause Freda Fretter grief? As Freda watched, Hinge tried to turn round and get back into the bathroom.
She appeared to be stuck, and it's a long drop! Furry Mama ran inside, closely followed by Pepper. By the time they got to the bottom of the stairs, Hinge was sitting at the top of them, cleaning her whiskers! 😼
Satisfied with her handy work, which will inevitably be knocked off by either the furries or the featheries, Baggy set The Goddess to work. By the time number one furry got home, the house looked lovely (although Baggy says so herself), and Pepper was having a snooze on the sofa.......
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