Day 19 - The Gang is Stressed.

Perhaps Baggy is more stressed than she realises. She slept badly last night. At one point she was awake with Freda Fretter bending her ear for two hours. Mind you Bracket decided to soothe Baggy by persuading Furry Mama to let her get properly in to bed with her. Bracket curled up with her back along Baggy's chest and stomach and with her chin on Baggy's stretched out left arm and purred her little head off. Very soothing. Also pretty distracting when you're trying to get to sleep. She then started snoring her little head off which at least made Furry Mama smile. Baggy wasn't smiling quite so hard an hour or so later when some kind of kittie dream, suddenly had Bracket leaping back out from under the covers with a loud mieow; using her little back paws to push off from Baggy's stomach. Right on top of her wound. And breathe.

Baggy persuaded Freda to feel it for any damage. The gang have all been avoiding feeling it. It freaks them out. Even Baggy won't touch it when she's having a shower. It just feels so "odd". But needs must, so Freda inspected it very cautiously. No damage. But very, very rough. Scabs presumably. And still that massive "dent" half way down it. A slightly more firm proddle revealed it to feel very hard underneath. Clever Bird explained to Freda that it wasn't just skin that had been cut through. The "stomach" muscles were also cut and now were trying to knit back together. It's all still very swollen down there. It's why, despite Baggy thinking that she's okay, she needs to remember that there's a reason why she still can't drive or lift or do anything except "low level exercise". Go to sleep Baggy. "No Baggy don't. I really need to talk to you", "Please shut up Freda, I need to sleep. And Furry Mama will you please stop Bracket from leaping on top of Baggy?"

Baggy was still awake when Calum left for work. Next thing Baggy knew her alarm went off. Hmmmmm! Baggy wanted to wear the lovely jumper that she got for her birthday, so decided to put trousers on with it and to take Minty Mutt out. It's such a mild day. There are wasps about. The butterflies who have been hibernating in the house are waking up and trying to go out. Furry Mama wouldn't let them.

Minty had resigned himself to another day of being stuck in the house and had gone back to sleep. "Fancy a........", Furry Mama didn't even manage to say "walk" before the old boy had leapt about a foot in the air like an over-sized puppy and was whining, wagging his tail and spinning round in circles, knocking Baggy over in the process. Clearly Mint is getting as frustrated as Baggy at being housebound.

Going up the garden was a minefield of dog poo. Spotting them amongst the leaves isn't easy. Gloria Gardener needs to get out there and pick them up, as Furry Mama can't, because Baggy is not up to all the bending. Oh okay Clever Bird, Gloria isn't up to it either. Really - what is it with most of the gang being incapacitated at the same time? It's not on! At least Creative Clara is still functioning. Anyway it makes a change not having to poo pick. Between Grotty Groom having to muck out and poo-pick after Wesley and Joey and Furry Mama having to pick up Minty Mutt's poos and clear out Hinge and Bracket's litter tray, you could say that most of Baggy's life is usually full of s**t. But Clara digresses again.

Furry Mama took Minty for a good half-hour walk. Baggy soon regretted putting trousers on though, they rubbed uncomfortably on her wound. Now she's home and in a dress once more. (Tempted as she was to put the onesie on instead). The Goddess has lit the fire (mild or not the house is rather chilly; that's thatches for you), but she feels way less stressed. There's nothing like a country walk to put the world back to rights........