Day 39 - Home again.

We finally got home at 9.30pm last night although Calum got down to Kent by 5.30pm. There was a one-and-half hour queue in to the Dartford Tunnel, so instead of bothering to set off and sit in it, Debby cooked Baggy and Calum a last meal before we set off. By the time we did leave at 8pm, the queue had gone. Yay. Although Baggy, particularly Furry Mama, wanted to get home, when it came to it, Hormonal Hannah was blubbing her eyes out. She really wanted to stay. It has been lovely for Baggy to spend so much time with her sister and niece, something that she hasn't done since the last time that Debby took on nursing duties, when Grotty Groom got Baggy hurt in a very bad riding accident eight years ago. Pickle dog clearly didn't want Baggy to leave either (although she didn't seem too bothered about her cousin Minty Mutt). All in all it was a bit emotional. Baggy will be forever grateful that she has such a caring sister.

But when we did get home, Minty Mutt jumped out of the car wagging his (not so) little tail off and both he and Furry Mama were greeted by Hinge and Bracket with constant purring and head-butts. As the Domestic Goddess dared to say as she stepped through the front door, "Our house might be a right mess! But it's our mess". After the beautiful cleanliness and spaciousness of Debby's house, it did come as a bit of a shock to step in (and over stuff) to our tiny cluttered sitting room, but there is nothing like the "comfort" of your own home - no matter how uncomfortable it is!

Minty Mutt was rewarded with one of his absolute favourite chewies (a starfish), which he hadn't had in two weeks. He was delighted. Hinge and Bracket were constantly vying to sit on Furry Mama's lap, but as they're both rather large, they had to take it in turns, so the "loser" sat next to her on the sofa. Within minutes Minty Mutt's snoring was competing with the girls purring. Happy furries. Very happy Baggy........