Why is it so difficult to social distance?

As the days blur one into another, Clever Bird had no idea that it is a Bank Holiday in England today. Not that that really matters when each day is currently alike. So, Furry Mama rang the vet this morning and arranged to have Pepper Pooch's staples removed from his leg this afternoon. Clever Bird had not given him any breakfast just in case he needed a sedative, and Hormonal Hannah was excited to have her second drive out in weeks. As Calum drove, and Hannah admired the new leaves on the trees, and the lambs in the fields, Pepper got all over-excited that he was going somewhere nice. Freda Fretter tried to ignore the excited whimpering coming from the back, as she prayed that the lad would relax enough to let the get the staples out of his leg without an anaesthetic.

Furry Mama had also arranged for the vet to take a look at Pepper's ear, which she was pretty certain is once again infected, so Freda tried to get Baggy to deep-breathe as they approached the vets'. The Pooch is a rum un though! As they pulled into the carpark, he started to whimper with excitement! Furry Mama phoned reception to let them know they'd arrived, and within a few minutes a nurse came and collected Pepper, who happily went off with her, wagging his tail. Less than thirty-minutes later, he came back out with a vet.

"That was quick!"
"Yes, he's a very well-behaved dog."
"Awwww, good Boy."
"You're right though; he does have an ear infection. I've washed it out and given it a good massage, which he loved. You'll need to use this to wash it out once a day, and then put these drops in and massage his ear, twice a day."
"Yes, I think we've been here before! With all of his allergies, this ear seems to get infected regularly."
"Just the one ear?"
"Yes."
"That's very odd! Anyway, you'll need to keep his collar on for another seven days to stop him from scratching it. And then call again in seven days so we can decide if it needs further treatment."
"I will. Thank you so much."

The vet wandered off.
"Oh, and can you call to pay?"
"Oh yes, I'd forgotten about that! I'll do it now."
"It's only the medicines, as the staples came out as part of the post-operative check."

On the journey back, a much more relaxed Baggy realised that not only had they not been charged extra because it's a Bank Holiday, they hadn't been charged anything at all for the ear consultation or treatment. 

As they were out, they decided that Calum would go and do the weekly food shop, while Furry Mama took the Pooch for his first walk in nearly two weeks. The Domestic Goddess had done a shopping list to go with Baggy's meal plan of healthy food for the week so it wouldn't be a random shop. 

Calum dropped Pepper and Furry Mama off near the park, and headed to the supermarket - having once again forgotten that it is a Bank Holiday.

Pepper enjoyed his sniffing and wandering, as Freda Fretter tried to avoid people! The park is large! There's no need to be anywhere near other people, and yet Freda found herself constantly having to step into long grass and hedges to avoid: people walking straight at her; dogs off-lead, jumping onto Pepper; families standing blocking the paths; old folk yacking at gates; kids on bikes trying to push past etc etc Baggy tried very hard to stop herself from swearing at people as Hormonal Hannah got more-and-more anxious. Seriously, why is it so hard to social distance? It doesn't bode well for when the lockdown is finally lifted. Clever Bird reckons that she was within three or four feet of at least fifteen people in the forty-five minutes that she was in the park, in spite of walking through nettles and stepping aside regularly - impossible!

It was a relief to get to the town, where she was to meet Calum - it was deserted!

Calum eventually arrived, having successfully bought pretty much everything on The Goddess's list, "...apart from meat."
"Oh! What? As in you couldn't get what I needed?"
"No, I literally couldn't get any, and the butcher's is shut," said he, as he disappeared off towards the High Street, with Baggy muttering to herself:
"Well, so is the other one, it's a Bank Holiday."

As they drove home, Calum said that he'd go back into town tomorrow and visit the butcher's shop to get meat.
"Lovely. Thank you. It's nicer meat anyway."
"So I bought some junk food instead."

Baggy has just happily demolished the whole of a very large pizza, and enjoyed every last morsel of it, while the Pooch dreamt happily on the sofa.

Tomorrow, assuming that the required meat is available, The Domestic Goddess will get Baggy back on her healthy path...

Baggy's current state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Blue.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 6.
Tears: A few.
Overall days: Not too bad.

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!