Well that went horribly wrong!

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): Blue.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 9.
Tears: Yep.

Okay Baggees, so those of you who have been paying attention will know that Creative Clara should not be blogging today, as she's supposed to be with Lady Eadwyn at Kentwell Hall. Are you sitting comfortably? Ready for a little saga? Okay, well let's begin:

Yesterday (Thursday) was the day that Cal, Baggy and Pepper Pooch were going for their five days at Kentwell. As The Domestic Goddess had spent so much time sorting out Billy Bob Jalopy campervan, the house didn't get a look in. 'Who cares?' you ask. Good question Baggees, as they weren't going to be there for the weekend, 'what does it matter?' Well, Freda Fretter and Hormonal Hannah care a great deal, as some neighbours were coming in to look after Hinge and Bracket cats while they were away!! The house finally looked okay by 3.00pm - seven hours after The Goddess started tidying and cleaning. Then it was find and pack kit time, so they didn't actually set off on the ninety-minute journey until 4.30pm. One-hundred-and-eighty-minutes later!!!! after the journey from hell, they arrived - in the pouring rain.

Never mind - park Billy Bob, with Fred Volvo next to him. (Oh, you wish to know why they took two cars Baggees? Well, because there's no way that everything would fit into Billy Bob. But Kentwell is really close to number one furry's place of work, so rather than putting the trailer on Billy Bob, it made sense to take Fred, so that Cal could go straight to work, while Baggy drove home. Clever, huh? ). So in the rain, they popped up Billy Bob's top, then erected Creative Clara's gazebo that she uses for vintage fairs, and made a nice sitting area! Table, chairs, benches, lots of booze, lights and rug for the pooch. An hour later, camp was made, so Furry Mama took the pooch for a walk up to the hall.

As she approached the entrance (their camp was in a field just outside the actual grounds), Clever Bird noticed a bill board. Freda Fretter started to feel sick, as Baggy read it:

NO DOGS

or

PICNICS

beyond this point.

 

'Well, that can't be right,' thought Clever Bird, as Hormonal Hannah started to go into a meltdown, 'we came here with Minty Mutt. We even took him into the café and he was given his own bowl of water and dog treats.' So Furry Mama carried on walking, intending to ask the World War 1 lot, who were near the gates, what the situation was. As she walked, with a very excitable pooch sniffing sheep droppings, a woman came towards her. Before Furry Mama could speak, the woman said, 'That dog can't be in here.'

'Yes, I saw the sign I was just coming to ask about it.'

'Well it's simple enough, this is a working farm and dogs aren't allowed on it.'

Clever Bird tried to explain about their previous visit with Minty Mutt and asked when the policy had changed.

'It hasn't changed, dogs have never been allowed. You need to leave.'

Clever Bird tried again, but the woman was getting angry, so, in tears, Furry Mama went back to Calum.

'It looks like I'm going home in the morning.'

She explained. Calum was upset too. They tried to figure out what to do and managed to get in touch with the girl in charge of their group.

 

Very long story short. No dogs. But....? Eventually, Clever Bird realised that they have a totally nutty dual policy! Dogs are allowed (apart from in the house) unless there is a re-enactment event on! The girl in charge, was most apologetic, but it wasn't her fault, she was only ever there as a re-enactor. She explained that the woman who'd been a bit off with Furry Mama was the event organiser and that she was under direct instructions from the owners. As they all walked back to Billy Bob after this depressing conversation, there was a man loitering outside Billy Bob. As they got closer, before anyone could speak, he started ranting!

 

'I hope you're going to be going, that dog has not stopped yapping. It's driving me mad. It needs to shut up. I can't bear it. Blah, blah, blah....'

Calum said, 'Well he's not barking now is he?'

'Well, no, he's shut up because you're back. It's not good enough. What are you going to do about it?' Too much! Hormonal Hannah totally lost it. She's embarrassed to say that she used a very rude word.

'Don't you dare ******* start, I've had enough.'

The man started to respond and walk towards her, when he noticed Calum, and the colour his eyes and face had gone - so did the girl in charge of their group. She told him to 'leave it, as it was sorted.' He stomped off muttering, clearly off to complain. By now Calum was spitting feathers and Hannah was virtually having a panic attack.

 

Then it all got even worse when the poor girl had to explain that they couldn't really even stay the night, as the owner might have a fit! And that they would have to leave quickly, as the gates would be locked in an hour! As Baggy opened Billy Bob, to a very panicked pooch, she noticed that Pepper had trashed the back curtains, and broken the rails they were attached to, and also broken the wires on two other sets of curtains. He was virtually shaking with stress, and Furry Mama realised that the man had probably been yelling at him.

 

So, an upset Baggy, an angry Calum and the embarrassed girl, dismantled everything and threw it all back in the cars, and at 9.45pm Billy Bob and Fred Volvo left the site. But they couldn't go home, because today (Friday), they had to do the cleaning etc. of their holiday cottage, as their caretaker is in sunny climes, so they'd just have had to drive all the way back this morning. So they spent the night on Calum's work yard, surrounded by HGVs.

 

This morning they were up at 5.00am, after not much sleep. The guests left at 10.00, so they could get started on the cottage. Fortunately, the couple that had stayed had left the place looking immaculate, so it was pretty easy to do! But the garden had grown like topsy, with the heat and the rain, and all Gloria Gardener's herbs were dead, and her pots looked poorly. Plants bought! Three hours of weeding and planting later, Gloria was satisfied, and both Calum and Baggy felt ill from exhaustion and the muggy heat. Meanwhile, the pooch, who had no clue what was going on, and had not eaten anything for over twenty-four hours, was violently sick.

 

 

The drive home this evening, was absolutely exhausting. Pepper lay on the passenger seat with his head on Baggy's lap for the whole drive, so Furry Mama could stroke his ear. But it's as well they came home, because Cal had a call on the way, from the neighbours, saying that Bracket would not come in as she was too scared of him. Sigh!

 

So, one way and another.......

 

But let's look at the positives!

 

• Billy Bob Jalopy is all clean and repacked logically.
• The house is also fairly clean and sparkly.
• Both cats are in the house and deliriously happy that Furry Mama, Cal and even the pooch, are home.
• Furry Mama doesn't have to worry all weekend about Hinge getting poorly.
• Pepper is absolutely delighted to be home, and has eaten a proper meal.
• Cal and Baggy can have a lovely three days together.

And Hannah is staying positive! Have a lovely weekend Baggees, Baggy is going to, even if it isn't exactly what she'd planned. And you never know, Lady Eadwyn might make an appearance soon........