Baggy loves the little village tea room/gift shop. Cute. Nice toastie. Lovely cake. We did panic a little when we got there because the closed sign was up, but fortunately, because Debby and Baggy had been looking forward to it all week, they were just opening. We attempted to then walk off about a quarter of the calories (from one of the two cappuccinos) by taking the dogs for a walk round the village. Although Baggy very much wants to go home, she wants to stay in Kent too. She'll miss yacking to her sister and niece. She'll miss the Pickle dog. She'll certainly miss the lovely village and walks, of which there seems to be an almost unlimited choice. But she's very excited to get back to her cats and her own little (and that is the operative word) house.
Calum has just called to say that he's on his way. Bless him he's been driving since 5am. It'll take him a couple of hours to get here, then of course Baggy can't drive, so he's got to drive us back. But we can't leave it until the morning as Baggy's appointment is too early to risk it. Plus of course we'd have a big hairy German Shepherd in tow. But it will be fairly late before we get home, so Freda Fretter is praying that we don't hit all the rush hour and Christmas shopping traffic on the M25. Baggy's already falling asleep because it's getting dark.......
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