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): 4.
Tears: A few, but they were happy ones.
Frankly, this weather - absolutely gorgeous as it is - is just not British! And that's a fact. As a result, Baggy, and most of the rest of Britain are just not capable of coping with it terribly well. British houses are not built for temperatures in the high thirties - no shutters, no air conditioning, carpets everywhere, no fly/mosquito nets - they're designed to stay warm in the cold and wet. Clever Bird along with thousands of others, has been opening the windows to help. Wrong! Number one furry pointed out that all she was succeeding in doing, was letting the heat in. So for the last few days Baggy has been inside the house with all windows and doors shut, and the curtains drawn, which seems a terrible shame, because it's lovely to have such a hot summer for once. Even the landscape is no longer British - the usual vibrant greens have been replaced by varying colours of yellow - dead lawns, dead plants, dead bushes, early-harvested fields of stubble, and dust, dust and more dust! Gloria Gardener doesn't wish to spoil anyone's fun, but she really wishes that it would rain.
The fires that are happening all over are terrifying, and animals - both wildlife and pets, are suffering. Furry Mama has been making Baggy get up really early to take Pepper Pooch to the beach. It's a struggle, and Baggy's getting more and more tired, and more and more headaches, but it's the only way to keep the pooch exercised and safe!
Monday 4.45am, Halesworth Park.
Tuesday 6.30am, Southwold Beach.
Wednesday 7.00am, Dunwich Beach.
Today 7.30am (Baggy overslept), Southwold Beach.
Even at 7.30am, it was 24degC, so Baggy risked revealing bits that should remain hidden and went into the sea with him - admittedly only up to her waist, but it meant that the pooch could swim out to her. He's becoming a good little swimmer! As they were walking back to Fred Volvo they passed two builders working on a collapsed wall. As Baggy drew next to them, she heard one say to the other, 'Look at the state of that!' Hormonal Hannah was mortified. Okay, Clever Bird agreed that Baggy was not looking her best, with her hair piled on top of her head like some random bird's nest, a damp bottom from her bikini, which probably meant that her floaty outfit was stuck to her behind, and white legs sticking out of the bottom in contrast to her very brown arms and red spotty face - but still! Clever Bird didn't think that she looked that bad. Freda Fretter quickly pulled out the bird's nest, and replaced it with a pony tail as she carried on walking, feeling rather hurt. It was only as Furry Mama was giving the pooch some water, that Clever Bird wondered why two young builders would give a flying fig what some old woman looked like, and concluded that a) they wouldn't and b) they were probably referring to the wall!
By the time they got home at 9.00am, it was in the high twenties, and Baggy's head was splitting. Cup of tea and a bacon butty helped a little, but the heat had got to her. Much as she loves her hair, it is like wearing a woolly hat all the time, so Heaven knows how Pepper Pooch and his fellow furries must feel, although Bracket kat seems quite content in the heat.
Gloria decided to check on her garden. It's a sorry sight. So much dead yellow!
Even the trees look as though they may be dying - they just don't have enough leaves or pine needles on them.
Scarily, with all the fires, the corn field backs onto the pine trees, that look like giant kindling sticks at the top of the garden.
The fire brigade has already been called out once, to put out a six-foot high bonfire that some local idiots decided to light 'for laughs', just a few metres from the field. But of course, some things still happily grow, even with no rain:
yep Baggees, giant brambles, the bane of Gloria's life! But there's also nature's way of letting Psychic Ploppo know that she needs to be at one with the universe; a little miracle of happiness:
a sunflower is growing in the gutter of the house! In spite of everything, the world is a most beautiful place.......
