Baggy has an unwelcome bed fellow.

Baggy has a new bedfellow, and she doesn't like him at all! He shows up about every other night at present, and she really wishes that he wouldn't. Clever Bird has tried everything she can think of to get rid of him; she sends Baggy to bed later and later, but still he joins her. His name is Insomnia and he is a proper nuisance!

It was probably gone 2.00 when Baggy finally fell asleep last night. And in the three hours that that took, Creative Clara wrote a nutty blog (in Baggy's head). It was all about the vagaries of the English language. Not that she can remember it today of course, but the gist of it:

It wood bee a lot easier too reed english if their were knot sew many spellings of words that sound the same butt meen sum thing else all together. 

Orr, if a wurd waz spellt how it sowendz, insted ov how it haz ended up. 

Anyway, Insomnia finally got board enuff of Clara's thorts to lett Baggy go to sleep - sorry Baggees, normal service will now be resumed...

Because Clever Bird had a feeling that Insomnia was going to sit on Baggy for hours again last night, she had the foresight to set the alarm for 8.00. Naturally, when it went off, Baggy was far from amused, but Bracket kat and Pepper Pooch decided that it was a great thing that Furry Mama wasn't going to sleep for half the morning, and leapt on her to make sure that she didn't turn over and go back to sleep.

Baggy was so wiped out though, that it took her a while, a long shower and two cups of tea to get her going, but she finally got the pooch to the beach for 10.00.

Clever Bird got rather a shock when she realised how windy it was! It was relatively calm at home, but the wind on the beach was literally whipping up a sand storm. So funnily enough, Furry Mama had the beach pretty much to herself! Baggy looked like some famous film star in her sunglasses (in the gloom), but at least they protected her eyes a little. The pooch on the other hand could do with some goggles.

Not that he seemed particularly bothered by it.

Baggy was so cold, that she decided a cappuccino in town was required, along with a sneaky croissant! And a quick visit to Seasalt to buy another pair of gloves, before heading back down onto the beach.

Then Grotty Groom got her way, and Baggy took her to the yard, where she spent a happy hour grooming her Boys. (Yes, Freda Fretter agrees that these are awful photos of Grotty Baggees, but the horses look cute, so who cares?)

Clever Bird does think that Creative Clara needs to work on her selfie technique, but when the horses just want a treat, it doesn't help!

After they had their herb treats, Grotty had one last attempt at a selfie in the tack room:

It is what it is - a windswept 60 year-old woman, who doesn't know how to pose for selfies!

But Grotty was happy, and the pooch had a good snooze in Billy Bob Jalopy campervan, snuggled up in his towelling drying coat. And having now been home for a couple of hours, Baggy is almost warm. 

Is it time for bed yet?...

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!