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): 5.
Tears: Yes, over a baby bunny the cats got.
Finding the energy for Baggy to get Furry Mama out of bed, let alone the house, is currently rather hard. It's ironic really - just when Hormonal Hannah seems to be in a pretty good place, with her depression under control, and is more than happy to get out-and-about, Baggy's anaemia is proving to be totally debilitating! Clever Bird is starting to understand why the doctor said that she was surprised that Baggy could get out of her chair. Presumably, it's lack of oxygen in Baggy's blood that's the problem, but just putting one foot in front of the other is an effort. But needs must with a pooch as active as Pepper, so yesterday Furry Mama took him over to Southwold.
To say that the sea was wild and woolly would be an epic understatement. The wind was whipping the surf and sand up, and Baggy's feet were getting sand-blasted. Not that the pooch cared!
Freda Fretter was a little concerned that Pepper was going to get swept away, but there does seem to be a brain in there somewhere, and he did keep one eye on the waves. Unlike Baggy who ended up with soaking wet leather (subsequently, more like thick cardboard) shoes!
But it was worth it, Furry Mama was so excited because she had spotted a seal bobbing up and down in the surf!
Baggy did her usual walk from the beach café to the harbour, straight into the wind. It's probably about a mile, and Baggy was struggling to get her breath, but at the same time, the ozone was actually uplifting.
Pepper loves it so much that Baggy can't help grinning at his constant antics!
After ninety-minutes, Baggy decided that she'd earned a sit down and a cappuccino with a bacon roll. It's lovely to live so close to such a beautiful place, especially when she and the pooch pretty much had it to themselves. Mind you the froth blew straight off the top of the cappuccino and landed on the bacon roll, but as Clever Bird knows, it all ends up in the same place anyway.
Today Baggy didn't have the energy to drive too far, so Furry Mama took Pepper to the park. And of course he just had to get in the canal!
When they got home, Clara decided to check on her first batch of pebbles. Freda worried that she couldn't hear any clunking from the garage. She was right to worry - although the belt was turning on the polishing machine, the pebble barrels weren't moving. She decided to check their progress. She couldn't be more excited about how stunning they are! For a first attempt at polishing, Clara is delighted. It's a fact that there's no one more creative than mother nature..........
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