Blown away.

It's a little annoying that just as Baggy got the gang into a bit of a routine, she had to get a lurgy. It's been a couple of weeks now, and unfortunately, although she's considerably better than she was, Baggy doesn't seem to have much energy. Clever Bird did a little more looking into what on earth happened to Baggy last Sunday, and she's concluded that it was almost certainly Norovirus; which she probably contracted when she and Calum went to hospital a few days earlier. But whatever the other (earlier) lurgy was, she just doesn't seem to be able to shake it. 

Baggy seems fine, but as soon as she does anything much, she gets shaky, breathless, dizzy and feels faint - it's annoying! Despite that, she was determined to start the gang's routine again today, only to wake up to really strong winds - no Baggees, not her own winds, seriously, how do your minds' work? - nature's winds. So strong in fact, that as The Domestic Goddess was making Baggy a cup of tea to try to get rid of her headache, she glanced out of the kitchen window and watched the rotary-drier spinning so fast that it was about to launch itself from its hole in the ground! Attired only in number one furry's dressing gown, The Domestic Goddess shot outside to take the washing off the line. The good news was, that in spite of being out overnight in the rain, the washing was totally dry! Naturally, half of it nearly took off in the wind, as The Goddess attempted to carry it, and defend Baggy's modesty at the same time, but she only lost two pairs of knickers, that happily flew across the garden.

It did occur to Clever Bird, that driving Billy Bob Jalopy campervan anywhere in such strong winds, probably wasn't wise though - he has a habit of whipping sideways when there's a gap in a hedge, even in fairly gentle winds, and these weren't gentle! This meant that Furry Mama couldn't go to the beach, and Grotty Groom couldn't get to see her Boys, so The Domestic Goddess had to get active instead. She was doing the washing up, gazing into the garden, as Furry Mama watched her featheries sitting on the fences. 

'What are you lot up to?'
'Just wants you to throwz my ball mum.'
'What are you looking at?'
'My ball - throwz it pleaz mum.'
'What Peps? Oh right - there you go.'

As Pepper launched himself across the kitchen after his ball, Furry Mama realised what all the featheries were looking at:

Their table, is no more! 

Furry Mama decided that it is a 'sign'. The gorgeous bird table that number one furry bought a few weeks ago, that doesn't yet have a home, will be taking pride of place.

Furry Mama put some seed out in a bowl for the featheries; not that they seem to have figured out that it's there yet.

Baggy is hopeful that tomorrow the wind will have blown away, and that the gang can start their routine once more...





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!