Out and about.

Grotty Groom and Calum headed over to the yard first thing, well ten-ish, to ride the Boys. Baggy was a bit of a gibbering wreck, but determined to back Grotty up. As they drove in, Calum said, "The Boys are out".
"No, they'll be in by now," said Grotty.
"They're out. I've just seen them".
He was right - they were. Their first day of being out for more than a couple of hours. Grotty decided to go and see her Boy in the paddock.

He was having a lovely time: sun on his back, munching spring grass, enjoying the fresh air, but the moment he saw Grotty:

It made Baggy's heart swell. She loves that her horse wants to be with Grotty, it makes her feel very special. Wessles head-butted Grotty a couple of times for a pat. Grotty gave him a cuddle and a scratch and let him go back to his munching.

The state of him! Clearly he'd had a very lovely roll. Grotty and Calum decided to leave them to it and go back for a ride in the late afternoon. As they were walking out of the yard Wesley called to Grotty! Bless him. Home via a bit of food shopping, they wondered how to spend the afternoon. There's so much to do, it's a question of what to do first. But again it was too nice to be in, so Gloria Gardener was keen to get on with de-brambling and Calum wanted to use his new toy.

But first Furry Mama decided to see if Hinge and Bracket fancied their first trip outside since they moved in December. She had bought them each a harness so she could show them around. Yeah right! Both cats took one look at the harnesses and took off - another total waste of money. Furry Mama decided to put their little collars on instead. Hinge retired upstairs to bed. Bracket decided to be the explorer. Furry Mama tried to stop Freda Fretter from putting her into a total panic.



Furry Mama and Minty Mutt watched on, nervously, but Bracket was pretty confident!

 

Once most of the garden had been checked out, a bit of sun-bathing was required.

 

 

Then cuddles.

 

 

Bracket then decided to go back in. Baggy breathed again. Calum used his toy.

 

 

 

While Gloria Gardener let Baggy get ripped to shreds by brambles. Clever Bird decided she needed a break. And a play with Cal's toy.

 

 

She wasn't very good at it, so went back to her brambles as Cal carried on. She lit her incinerator and burnt things. By the time Cal had come to help her burn, the sun was going down! And both Baggy and Calum were exhausted. Hopefully they'll ride tomorrow instead..........

 











Self destruction.

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): Yellow.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 1
Tears: None.
Pancakes (Yes/No): No.
Syns (Baggy is allowed 8-15): A week's worth.
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): 12st 7 1/2lbs
Overall day:  😀

Thursday/Friday's regime is a little different to the rest of the week for Baggy. Troup over to the soon-to-be-a-holiday cottage on Thursday and let The Domestic Goddess work her socks off. Stay the night so that Baggy can go to Fat Club on Friday morning. Then get The Goddess to do some more work, before meeting number one furry from work and heading home. Minty Mutt has now got his head around this routine, even if Baggy hasn't. This morning he was settled on his bed before Baggy was even ready herself. And he didn't bark when she left. Mind you, it might have been better if she hadn't left. The scales were not impressed with her, but at least she'd only put two pounds back on, not four. She was about to go straight home again, as a) she was embarrassed and b) her little gang of friends she sits with hadn't turned up, when she was asked to join another "gang" and stay. And then her gang turned up. Baggy took her coat back off and sat down. She promised to try hard this week.

She went home to the soon-to-be-a and The Goddess started cleaning and vacuuming. She decided to vacuum the cobwebs off the beams ready for her to start painting the ceiling between them sometime soon. Clever Bird got a shock when she realised that the sides of the beams were so covered in dust that they were turning from brown, to black as she "revealed" them. No wonder that house is so hard to keep clean. By the time Calum got home, Baggy was in a sweat. She was still wearing her, try-to-save-a-pound-and-boost-Baggy's-confidence-nice-outfit, which The Goddess really shouldn't have been cleaning in. But she wanted to look nice for number one furry for once. As soon as he was in and had seen her, she changed back into her paint splattered jeans and a thermal vest - sexy! Not! But he said he didn't mind - just as well as it's Baggy's usual look these days.

Hormonal Hannah had a lovely surprise though. One of Baggy's lovely Baggees (a fellow lorry driver of Cal's) had bought her a wonderful present to help with her depression - a beautiful little amethyst divining crystal. Apparently amethyst gathers negative energy and brings peace. It was such a thoughtful present from a lovely lady that Baggy hasn't even met yet. Baggy was very touched. It is now tucked in her pocket!

Crates and old mattress, all loaded onto Dodgy truck, they headed off in their mini-convoy home. Hormonal Hannah needed to stop halfway home. Baggy phoned Calum, "I'm going to have to shoot into the loos at Stonham Barns".
"Oh, good. I need a coffee to wake me up".
Cappuccino, cheese scone and proper butter later. Yeah, okay then Baggees, AND a piece of Victoria sponge cake, they went for a little wander. While Hormonal Hannah was having her second trip to the loo, Furry Mama asked Calum to take Minty to the nearest patch of grass. When she came out there was no sign of them. Baggy went back to her car, only to hear Cal calling her. He took her round to a crystal shop. In they went and came back out with more amethysts - a bracelet and a "ball" for the house. Well anything is worth a whirl Baggees.

Home. They unloaded Dodgy truck and turned the house into a total mess once again. Every time The Goddess thinks she's achieved something, she has to do it again! Calum asked The Goddess what was for supper. "No idea", she said, thinking that she hadn't got the energy to rustle up spaghetti bolognaise.
"Fancy fish and chips?" he asked.
"Oh yes".
Now, why Baggees? Cheese scone. Victoria sponge. Fish and chips. And as Clara types this, Calum is whisking up an Angel Delight, which he will add fruit and crumbled biscuits to - at Baggy's request. Clever Bird has been thinking about this. Baggy's always had a self-destruct button: in relationships, in work, just in general really. But this food thing at the moment is almost a form of self-harm. Yes, of course that's an extreme description but Clever Bird's not sure what else to call it. Dumb. But tomorrow's another day............