The Universe has been aligning Baggy's life.

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): Yellow.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 1.
Tears: No.

Day one of the 'not-according-to-plan' Bank Holiday weekend was a day out at Southwold. As usual it was chilly in the wind, but not chilly enough for Calum not to arrive on the beach with ice creams! Baggy can never say 'no' to an ice cream, especially a fudge one. There's a reason why Hormonal Hannah has stopped Creative Clara from announcing Baggy's weight in these blogs! In any case, after the total fiasco of Kentwell, they all deserved a nice treat - especially the pooch, who was seriously stressed after two days without a ball to chase.

Clara asked Cal to take a few photos for Clara's blog. As explained previously, Baggy's phone is impossible to see, so it is a question of point and hope. He did a pretty good job, considering the subject matter - sorry Baggees that's not very fair on the handsome pooch.

However it was fascinating to see the results of his point-and-hope technique when they got home. These photos have not been tackled by Clara - this is how they actually came out, directly after the ones above! The camera on the phone clearly lost the plot, but Baggy rather likes them!

What do you think Baggees?

Calum had a sunbathe, Clara searched for pebbles and the pooch swam and hurtled about. Lunch was made by The Domestic God in Billy Bob Jalopy campervan.

Pepper slept, while Calum and Baggy ate cornbeef sarnies and Baggy's favourite cheesy snack - Wotsits, washed down with a beer by Calum, and a cuppa by Baggy, because Baggy and Calum know how to live! Now Clara should have taken a photo, but Baggy was too focussed on food, so she forgot to, but when they got back to Billy Bob to prepare lunch, he was a little campervan, sandwiched in between two massive mobile homes! As Baggy munched her food she had a nose in the mobile home to their right and realised that the couple in it were also having their lunch - oysters and posh bread, washed down with champagne. Hmmmmm. However Baggees, please do not misunderstand Clara, Baggy had no desire to be anywhere other than where she was, with her two best boys, and eating what they ate, in their special little campervan!

After a little rest, they headed down beside the dunes towards the town for further ball throwing. It was considerably warmer than it had been earlier and Pepper decided he was too hot, so he shot over the dunes and disappeared from view. By then the tide was fully out and Furry Mama could see various people looking around for someone in charge of the little black rocket who'd galloped across the beach and thrown himself into the sea. Freda Fretter wasn't embarrassed at all! Sigh! As they headed to the café, Calum received a phone call.

They sat on the bench while Calum was offered a new job! (Yet another reason why the Universe decided that they should not be 'in the eleventh century' with no phones for the weekend!) It's great news as it's only a five minute commute, rather than a ninety-minute one, so Baggy is delighted as she might get to see him a little more often. Cal is also excited, but sad as well, as he loves the firm he's currently with, but this new firm seems great too. Thanks Universe!

As Cal talked, the pooch got frustrated at having to wait!

But he had to wait even longer, as they decided to have a cappuccino treat in celebration - yes okay Baggees, you know Baggy too well - and a piece of Victoria sponge.

It was lovely!

On the way home, they popped to the new company, so that Calum could find out more about the job. Baggy and the pooch waited in Billy Bob, and both fell asleep on the little sofa in the back for an hour. Home for more job celebrations: fish and chips washed down with beer, in Calum's case, and Baggy decided to have some white wine. Three quarters of the way through the bottle, Freda Fretter began to get concerned that it was having no effect on Baggy whatsoever. Does she drink too much? And so is getting immune. Clever Bird decided to check whether it was a really low alcohol content, but she couldn't see, so she put her glasses on. It was really low alcohol content - zero in fact, as it was Elderflower Cordial. Baggy has just finished the bottle.........