Day 44 - Carrying on.

Furry Mama decided that Minty Mutt should go out again before it got dark as he was so keen this morning. She put his collar on, opened the back door. Nothing. Gentle nudge up the bottom. Nothing. "Guess you don't want to go out again then?". Big furry eyebrows raised. Clearly not! "Chewie?". "Thought you'd never ask Mum", says Minty as he trots over to his bed and lies down. Fair enough really. Clever Bird realised that he's not getting his usual chewies as Baggy isn't leaving the house at the moment. She can't. Still can't drive. Mind you there's one bonus to not going out. A credit card statement with zero spend on it this month. Little things.

The Domestic Goddess is wearing herself out though. At this rate her other name of "Not" might need to be replaced with "Okay". She's been around more in the last five days than in the previous five months. Baggy is very pleased with her efforts. At least for once the sitting room looks almost like a proper, normal sitting room. Ish. Okay maybe not, but it is clean and tidy. It's definitely a bit of a Christmas miracle.

Despite all this activity, Baggy's arm is doing okay. Freda Fretter has stopped Baggy from taking any painkillers for the last three days (she thinks she's been on them too long), but she's okay. The arm is a lot less swollen. It now feels stingy and sore rather than burny, so Clever Bird is hopeful that it's properly on the mend now. It has after all been three weeks since the operation, so it ought not to be quite so painful. At least Baggy will be able to cut her own Christmas dinner up rather than having it cut up for her like a baby. Little things. The Gang cannot believe that it's Christmas Eve tomorrow.......