Day 36 - Baggy's bladder is the size of a grape.

In spite of Clever Bird's best efforts yesterday to set Baggy's arm recovery back, Baggy slept very well again. In fact she only got up twice in the night, which is pretty unheard of. If Hormonal Hannah hadn't got involved with the whole, "You're really not paying enough attention to me anymore, so here's a massive hot flush so you don't ignore me" routine, Baggy might actually have slept all night through! Clever Bird is beginning to wonder whether Lawrence-the-durmoid-cyst really was a lot of the reason why Baggy had a bladder the size of a pea. As she hoped before, but wasn't convinced, now that the swelling in her stomach is considerably reduced, and her bladder is not being squashed by 15cm of big fat, hairy, grinning Lawrence, Baggy's bladder appears to be the size of a grape. Result. Happy Baggy.

Baggy's arm too seems to have taken a big turn for the better today. Although she has a pretty new purple bruise on her wrist, her arm really isn't too painful. In fact, other than the day after the operation (clearly Baggy was still full of anaesthetic) this is the first morning that Freda Fretter hasn't leapt out of bed and stuffed Baggy full of the maximum dose of painkillers. So far she's taken none.

Even more surprisingly another member of the gang appeared this morning! In this house let's just call her "Not", as none of the rest of her name can be said to apply. Baggy's sister is your classic domestic goddess: you can eat off her floors. You'd have to be an adrenalin junky to even eat of a kitchen surface in Baggy's house. Minty Mutt has more sense than to eat off the floor. So "Not" appeared and actually managed to do the washing up! Oh yay, the gang are getting back together......