New starts.

Clever Bird decided that an experiment was in order. Creative Clara was struggling with her current blog, as it kept freezing due to a 'long running script'. It also wouldn't save. So Clara can type for hours and then find that the blog has vanished! As it's hundreds of posts long, Clever Bird wondered if a new start was in order. So she set up a new blog, and it seemed that it might have been that her blog was too long, as the new blog had not frozen once as she typed it!  Unlike Baggy's county, which is currently finally experiencing a touch of winter.

Clara was about to publish it, when she realised she hadn't added her little 'Baggy Panel' at the bottom. So as usual she copied and pasted it, amending her depression, anxiety etc ratings - instantly the blog froze! Hmmm. So, she's sticking with this blog for now, and will keep an eye on how many times she can copy and paste something, before it crashes the system!

Baggy was up and about at 7.30am today, much to Pepper and Bracket's consternation. To be truthful, that's largely down to Hormonal Hannah's nightmares, and Baggy trying to avoid the sequel, but it meant that Creative Clara was packing her latest etsy Realuv, parcel up to send off to San Fransisco by 8.00, and at Southwold beach by 9.30.

Baggy had had the sense to dress Furry Mama properly! As well as thermal long johns under Grotty Groom's jodphurs, and a thermal top under her long-sleeved t-shirt, she also had on three thick jumpers, scarf, hat and gloves! But at least she was toasty. It was a stunning day, and as per usual the pooch couldn't get enough of his ball.

They spent a happy hour-and-a-half walking to the pier and back.

 

 



Then once Furry Mama had wrapped a very cold soggy pooch up in his bathrobe, and covered him in a blanket (forty-year old campervans have no heating, so she covered herself in a blanket too), Baggy drove Grotty Groom over to the yard. It was a flying visit - Grotty dropped off her sparkly clean grooming kit, and gave the Boys a few treats and a pat, but it was far too cold for anything else. Besides which, Clara had to go and empty her cabinet in the vintage shop, having decided that she will focus on Realuv.

It almost went horribly wrong, when Billy Bob Jalopy campervan started to judder, and Clever Bird realised that Baggy was driving on fumes, but she made it to the petrol station - just. Cabinet emptied. Parcel posted. Pepper Pooch-food bought from the vets. Home. Lunch. Then yucky, yuck, yuck, The Domestic Goddess went back to her de-cluttering of her 'office'.

Trust Clara when she tells you that this is amazingly good Baggees! It has taken her ten days of efforts to get to this stage. However, after an hour, Baggy had major eyeball-ache, and decided to have a little lie down. Two hours later she woke to a bleeping answerphone, and a message from number one furry who was driving back down from Glasgow, but at least her head had stopped hurting......

Note to readers: For the avoidance of any doubt, every character in this blog is Baggy! No Baggy was harmed in its writing, although some of them get pretty confused!

Depression: Manageable.
Anxiety: Okay.
Tears: None.
Smiles: Lots.