Women's problems.

Yesterday Baggy commenced the sixtieth year of her life, for which Clever Bird is extremely grateful. Yes Baggy's had a few scares along the way, but currently, although overweight and extremely achy all over, she's in good health. Since she came off the anti-depressants a couple of months ago, her depression seems to have become less frequent and her anxiety is also not as problematic. Regular trips for Furry Mama and the pooch to the beach certainly help with this, although possibly not with the aches and pains! Yesterday's amble along Southwold beach was a reminder that this country can get cold!

Do you like the sexy look Baggees? Baggy had on thermal long-johns and long sleeved top, under her baggy fleece trousers, Birthday socks from number one furry (made from bamboo - toasty), walking boots, two jumpers, then her fleece-lined shaggy jacket, her posh pac-a-mac, mittens, a silk scarf, a silk and wool scarf, the mad furry neck thingy and a fleece-lined hat with another scarf attached, and she was still frozen! It might look pleasant in this photo, but the wind was ferocious and the rain had ice in it. (Okay yes, all you Baggees who live in properly cold countries, you're right, this is of course nothing in comparison, but for southern England, trust Clever Bird, it was cold!!) Not that the pooch cared. He still charged about. He still got hot. But even he decided that going into the sea would be inadvisable.

It was in fact so cold that by the time they got back to Billy Bob Jalopy campervan, Baggy struggled to get her mac off! And Pepper was keen to have his towelling robe on.

When they got home The Domestic Goddess made an unexpected appearance! Having tidied the kitchen, she decided to make Baggy a healthy supper. Baggy had a lot of success with Slimming World, losing three-and-a-half stone, but she put it all back on again, plus some. Clever Bird believes that this might not have happened, had Baggy carried on going to her group, but having moved a ninety-minute drive away, that wasn't possible. So Baggy is trying again. She's doing it her own way, but following much of the Slimming World theories. Last night she cooked a chicken, sweet potato and squash tagine - this included using proper stuff, like saffron!! Clara told you that The Goddess was actually beginning to warrant her name, did she not Baggees? Baggy had it with cous cous and it was lovely. Mind you her efforts at cooking the cous cous were not as successful as the tagine. Clever Bird is considering getting The Goddess to cook some more for Clara to use on her figures instead of superglue! The good news is that so far she has lost a stone without giving up pizzas and cakes.

The sea is so rough at present that it's throwing up all kinds of treasures for Creative Clara. It was too cold yesterday for Clara to even look, but this little lot is from today's amblings. Clara can feel fairies appearing already.

But look what else she found Baggees, a perfect little glass container with a powder in it.

Without thinking, (typical of  the stupid woman), Baggy took the top off - it's a little stopper - and sniffed the contents. It smelt awful, but could it possibly be saffron? What kind of a weird coincidence would that be? The Goddess had never used saffron before yesterday. Worry not though Baggees, Freda Fretter will not be using it.

This afternoon Baggy had to go to the doctors' for one of those women-things. She had the letter a few weeks ago and ignored it. Then another one, 'You are due for your routine cervical smear test'. Clever Bird decided that maybe she had better go, even though she hates having them. The nurse asked her how she was feeling. 'Very anxious, I hate these.'
'It'll be over very quickly. When was your last test?'
'No idea.'
'Three or five years ago?'
'Probably five I should think.'
'Ah yes, here it is,' she said tapping into her computer, 'it was 2013 and it was normal.'
'Well I've had a full hysterectomy since then, thanks to Lawrence-the-durmoid-cyst. They whipped everything out, including my ovaries. In fact I wondered whether I still had a cervix.'

Much discharge letter searching and discussing with two other nurses, later, it was decided that there was no need for Baggy to have a cervical smear, in fact it wouldn't even be possible, as she no longer has a cervix. So that was a waste of time for the NHS, but Freda Fretter was just delighted to be out of there and to know that Baggy will never have to go through the pain and ignominy again. Thanks Lawrence, you had one use at least......... 


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): 5. 
Tears: Uh huh.  
Baggy: 211.

That was a week and a half! Literally.

It's been quite a week one way and another Baggees. It started last weekend with number one furry borrowing a digger from his boss so that he could make a parking space on the new bit of land they acquired when they had to buy back their own garden - yep, Hormonal Hannah does still feel rather bitter about that Baggees. Whilst Calum went off to pick it up, Gloria Gardener started to cut down the gorse that was growing on the bank, thinking that it would be in the way. She really needn't have bothered as Freda Fretter got a big shock when Calum and his boss arrived with the digger! It was HUGE! And Calum had never used one before. Cal had a little bit of instruction, for it from his boss. It then took him around nine hours in all, with a mishap in the middle, to go from a bank to a parking space.

Just as a little aside Baggees, it has taken Creative Clara almost as long to add these photos to this blog, as it took Calum to make the parking space!! Grrrr! Baggy has a new phone, and no clue how to use it. Fortunately Clever Bird just made a discovery as to how clever Google is! She won't bore you with the details.

Yes it is still quite a slope, but that was the plan. It now easily takes two cars. Obviously it is a work in progress, but Calum and Gloria Gardener have plans to make it look lovely. (Eventually). Gloria was very happy that even though the oak tree was completely  in the way of the digger, Calum was persuaded not to rip it out.

Clara spent the rest of the week preparing for her first ever craft fair which was on Saturday, at their village hall. Freda Fretter was terrified that no one would like Clara's creations. Even more so when she got there and saw the other stalls, which were obviously professional ones. Baggy set up her table:

Freda wasn't too sure, and certainly improvements in 'professionalism' can be made, but Clever Bird decided that Baggy should just relax and enjoy the day.

Just as she was relaxing, another stall holder came over. After complimenting Clara on her work, he told her that her prices were too low, so after some consideration, Clever Bird peeled off the new reduced price stickers on the more complex pieces. The fair opened at ten, and two  little old ladies came in and headed straight for the coffee and cake. Then a splurge of folk turned up. Clara received lots of compliments, but no sales. No problem, she was happy that people liked her work. Then the cake eaters reappeared and bought a fairy and a necklace - and so it began.

By lunchtime all these pieces had gone to a new home:

as well as a couple of sea glass necklaces and another little stone figure. Baggy was thrilled! Now Clever Bird needs to find some more craft fairs, and Clara needs to get crafting.

The pooch was so well behaved that Furry Mama was glowing with pride. His reward was more walkies on the beach. Autumn has well and truly arrived! Today was so cold, that even though Baggy was wearing long johns, fleece trousers, a thermal top, THREE jumpers and a coat, a hat and mittens, she was still chilled to the bones.

By the time that Baggy had got halfway down the beach it started to rain. Clever Bird pulled her posh pac-a-mac out of her bag and attempted to put it on. It was so windy that it kept taking off like a parasail. Baggy finally got in it, only to be hit in the face by its hood - she'd put it on back to front. Five minutes later, wet and cold, she had it on properly. When they finally reached the café, Baggy decided a cappuccino was in order! The wind was so strong that the café had its own little sand dune!

Heading back down the beach straight into the wind, well let's just say that it was invigorating!  Baggy still loved it.......

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): Blue.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 4. 
Tears: Nope.  
Baggy: 213.