Day 27 - First night in Kent. Baggy had a panic.

Lovely evening last night. Baggy, Calum and Abby had a gorgeous home-cooked meal (by Baggy's sister, Debby), washed down with glasses, no make that, bottles of wine. Hormonal Hannah had Baggy scared of going to bed again though. Ridiculous. She is a flipping nuisance. When Baggy did eventually go up Clever Bird realised why she was scared. Ever since she was a child Baggy has slept with a night light. Probably a very dangerous one! Aluminium foil with holes in it over the ceiling bulb! Weird because she's not scared of the dark as such, but she has always had issues at night. As a child Baggy would sleep walk pretty much every night. This was dramatic stuff. Not just a wander around the bedroom. Oh no. This is Baggy we're talking about. Two of the most impressive ones were: mini-Baggy, aged about six, going downstairs, letting herself out of the house, finding a stick, walking down the road knocking the tops off every tulip and daffodil planted along the front of the neighbours' houses, before going back in and going to bed. Mini - Baggy aged about ten, staying at her best friend's house, getting up, going downstairs, unlocking the kitchen door, letting the dog out, opening the garden gate, letting the dog through, re-locking the kitchen door (dog still out), going back to bed. Baggy remembers neither incident. Yes, she must have had issues.

More recently as an adult Baggy "wakes up" but her room is not her room. It could be anything. A tent, a prison cell, a cave. Whatever; Baggy tries to "feel" her way round it until she finally realises that it is her room again. Psychic Ploppo has quite a few "visitors" too, particularly at night. So especially if she is away, she has to have light; in hotels she always leaves the bathroom light on. At home she has little night lights that Calum bought her. Bless him. But Clever Bird totally forgot to bring them. So last night it was dark. So Clever Bird left the light in the bathroom across the hall on. Okay Baggy sleep. She woke up a little while later. It was pitch black. Abby must have turned the light off. Freda Fretter panicked for a while, then felt her way out of the room. She bashed Baggy's wounded arm on the bathroom door, but at least she got there.

The good news is that the wine did a jolly good job of working as a substitute laxative, and by the fourth trip to the loo Baggy was getting quite good at the 'feeling her way' malarkey, as she didn't like to leave the light on again in case it was disturbing Abby. This morning, after a bath (that was a challenge, Baggy got stuck in it until Calum reappeared to get her out), Baggy felt a little better. Calum being the angel of a husband that he is, has gone off to buy Baggy a night light and her sister a booster for her television aerial. Spoilt Baggy........