Once up, Furry Mama insisted that Baggy take Minty Mutt out for a walk, whilst Calum went off shopping for Christmas. It's only just occurred to Calum and Clever Bird that Christmas day is in less than a week. Funnily enough, it's not been at the forefront of our minds. So when Cal went off, Furry Mama took Minty out for a long walk. It was long too, we were out for an hour-and-a-half. It's so crazy mild though, it doesn't feel like winter at all. It certainly doesn't feel like Christmas.
We walked past so many spring bulbs that are already an inch out of the ground. The catkins are already out. But most sad of all, every single one of the hibernating Admiral butterflies in Baggy's house has woken up and left, thinking that it's spring. Clearly they won't make it. So when we got back, after Minty Mutt had been given a bit of a shower in the garden (can't think why),
Freda Fretter took one look at the state of the kitchen that Mint had dripped through and decided to track down The Domestic Goddess. After nearly two weeks of staying in her sister's immaculate house, Hormonal Hannah just couldn't cope with the mess of Baggy's house. Debby's house looks like something featured in Homes and Gardens. There's not (usually) a thing out of place, or a bit of dirt anywhere. Two weeks of Baggy and Minty living there changed all that of course, apparently she finished cleaning at 8.30pm last night! Baggy's house on the other hand looks like something out of Horse and Hound. Not a house you understand. No. A stable or a kennel. In fact Grotty Groom keeps her horses stables way cleaner than Baggy's house. Well this morning, after our walk, Hormonal Hannah couldn't bear it for another second. She decided that The Goddess would have to be rounded up on pain of death. But first Baggy needed some lunch.
Just as she'd finished lunch and found a duster, Minty went into full guard dog mode. This was the last straw for Hormonal Hannah. "Shut up". Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof. "There's no one there". Baggy jumped about a foot in the air when the front door opened. "Oh". Calum was back already. Ah well. The Goddess had a duster and was ready for action. We agreed that this year we wouldn't put our Christmas decorations up. This is normally a two hour job for Creative Clara and in our very tiny house, just causes even more clutter and less room to move. It also makes it even more impossible to clean. So we agreed we wouldn't bother and that instead The Goddess would try to reclaim the sitting room from the detritus!
Although Baggy says so herself, The Goddess was impressive! Baggy was told yesterday by the Nurse that she should try to use her arm as much as possible (without hurting it). Baggy managed the first bit of that statement. It's taken all day, but our tiny sitting room is once again almost fit for visitors. Almost, but not quite. There is always tomorrow. Mid-cleaning frenzy, we went out to a find some rugs to cover the rest of our Tudor-brick floor. (Furry mama needs to stop Minty Mutt from lying on it, or his elbows are going to get infected). We bought twelve little rugs for the princely sum of £24! Very happy. Now all the floor is covered. So, as I say the gang have been on a mission! So once again bloggees, apologies! But the good news is that Baggy is feeling great and is hoping to take Grotty Groom to see the Boys tomorrow..........
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