Stupid o'clock!

Clever Bird would just like to whizz over a couple of facts Baggees: The black cloud is sitting on Baggy and her anxiety levels are so high that she's had a few meltdowns this week. 'nuff said! Boring. Life. But not her defining description. So let's move on.

As it's now autumn, Furry Mama and the pooch are allowed back on the main beach at Southwold - no Baggees, they weren't banned; seriously as if? No, no dogs are allowed on the main beach from May through September, but it's October. Yay. So Creative Clara and the pooch have new views.

Today, having spent most of the week digging out 'clutter' and searching t'internet to price it, Creative Clara had her first Halesworth Brocante in two months. As many of the visitors are repeat ones, Clever Bird decided that a new look was needed. Having discovered that last year's October fair was a disaster for Clara, she didn't have too much to do to improve on the £20 she'd earned for her efforts. So, August's stall looked something like this:

And today's, well, today's was rather different:

and although Freda Fretter was concerned that it could backfire on Clara, it didn't! Not only did she have a successful (worthwhile getting up at 4.30am) day, it was also a million times simpler to pack and unpack, without Calum's assistance - he'd gone off to work at 5.00am. Clara now has a month to plan next month's stock. Clever Bird is thinking it should be a 'his' and a 'hers' table, i.e. a combination of the two concepts.

She's also going to stick with high-end things, so the slightly lesser quality things will be heading to a car boot sale soon; which incidentally, will be the first that Baggy has ever attended buying or selling - no really!

Clever Bird is also going to find some local craft/artisan markets, to see how her jewellery and pebble people go down in a more appropriate environment. Baggy has plans!

Tomorrow will be another silly o'clock start, as Pepper, Calum and Hairy Biker Hen are going to Copdock Bike Rally for a mooch about. It's only an hour away, and Cal wants to be there at 8.30. Fine, except that they're not coming back, as they're going over to the holiday cottage to do a little maintenance work. Also fine, except:

• Clara's tables and stock are still in Billy Bob campervan.
• They haven't packed anything.
• No tools have been tracked down yet, in order to undertake said maintenance.
• The Domestic Goddess has not even done the washing up from this evening yet, and the neighbours will be house-sitting, the house and Hinge and Bracket.
• Let's not even worry about the state of chaos that reigns from Clara's de-cluttering and pricing exercise.
• Cat maintenance instructions have yet to be written; litter trays cleaned; food put out ready.
• Replacement cups, glasses etc have not been selected.......

So, what is Baggy doing? Blogging! Looks like another 4.30am start then. All Freda Fretter will say is that searching for tools in a shed with no lighting in it, in the pitch black is going to be interesting. Thank Heaven that Baggy and the pooch were so exhausted when they got home today at half four, that they went to bed for three hours.......

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): Black.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 9. 
Tears: Lots and lots.