Day 72 - Ouch!

Baggy slept in really late again, so the moment she was dressed Minty Mutt did his demented puppy act to persuade Furry Mama to take him for a walk. Meanwhile Furry Mama had deliberately shut Hinge and Bracket out, so that they did some exercise for the hour that we were walking. Hinge (a.k.a. the low-slung one) can now with some confidence be called, the not-quite-so-low-slung-as-she-was-before one. BUT, she's still huge! All the toys that Furry Mama bought them are now being played with. Albeit of course, Hinge tends to watch Bracket while Bracket plays with them. Bless The Hinge, her idea of exercise is to head-butt the Minty Mutt. Or to wander outside and sit on our bench. But Furry Mama must be doing something right because they have both shrunk a tiny bit.

 

 As Clever Bird suspected would be the case, when Furry Mama and Mint got back home, Bracket was in the garden hunting. The Hinge was sitting on the kitchen roof waiting to be let back in. Ah well, Furry Mama tried. Then she remembered that she had forgotten to buy them more "diet" food, so she headed off to the pet superstore. Had a chat with a baby Bearded Dragon. Stroked a lop-eared bunny. Smiled at the fish. Spent a fortune on cat and dog food. Headed back home.

 

It's only 2 Degrees Centigrade today. But so far Clever Bird has stopped The Goddess from lighting the fire. Why? Because Freda Fretter finds it difficult to watch money burning! Unlike electricity which you can't see eating money, with the fire it's all too obvious. The bag of firewood that cost £4.50 - gone in a few hours. The £12 bag of coal - gone in a couple of days. Scary. So Clever Bird has stuck an extra jumper on Baggy! Calum also realised that the front door (which is probably an eighteenth century one) lets a gale in because it is slightly warped. Doing the bolt up cuts out a lot of the draught. So Clever Bird locked and bolted the front door.

 

The Domestic Goddess then remembered that tomorrow is bin day. Bearing in mind that she has forgotten this little detail for the last two weeks and the bins are therefore stuffed to exploding stage, Clever Bird suggested it might be a plan to put it by the road while she actually remembered. She grabbed the recycling bag from the kitchen. Whilst trying to negotiate the over-sized Minty Mutt who always gets hysterical (for no apparent reason) when The Goddess goes to the bin. So she's at the front door. The locked and bolted front door. The front door that's covered in hanging coats. The front door that's only about three feet from the dining table. Bag of recycling in her left hand. Seven-stone German Shepherd barging her legs trying to save Baggy from being eaten by the dustbin. Baggy unlocked the door, which immediately "pinged" open a bit. Then, with her still painful right arm, she attempted to undo the now "stuck" bolt. It moved, just enough to nip the skin from her middle finger in it, where it got totally stuck! Ouch, ouch, ouch, blooming OUCH! Baggy dropped the bag of recycling. All over the dog and the floor. She then attempted to get the bolt to move, with her finger still trapped in it. Eventually she managed it. Some people shouldn't be allowed out. Nope. You're right bloggees, Baggy wasn't out.............