Clever Bird is now wondering whether Baggy is ever going to get her correct sleeping pattern back. Once again she has only just woken up. When Grotty is back in action she would have had to have been up at least two hours earlier. Realistically, because the Boys are now used to a very fixed routine, she'll probably need to get up five hours earlier!! That is looking rather unlikely. Time for Clever Bird to start setting an alarm clock and gradually building it back up. Or rather "down" to be more accurate.
As it's another cold grey day and Minty Mutt hurt his little leg so badly yesterday, Furry Mama is having a day off. Minty can rest his leg. Baggy can wash her hair without catching pneumonia. She had that this time last year. Doesn't need a repeat performance thanks very much. The Domestic Goddess has already re-booted the fire. Well, more accurately at present, she has attempted to re-boot the fire, but appears to have smothered it to death. Baggy hears the odd "crack" from it every now and again over Creative Clara's typing, so there's some hope for it. Clever Bird has just told The Goddess to clear out the ash tray. Yep! The Goddess is as on form as usual. Mind you, Clever Bird felt so sorry for her yesterday. She decided to assist Baggy in her weight loss intentions by buying fresh ingredients to cook a lamb passanda. Yummy. She had written the ingredients for a few nice sounding meals in her diary months ago. But of course Clever Bird never remembers to take the diary shopping with her. Drrrr! This weekend she did. All ingredients purchased. Last night The Goddess went through every page of every single Slimming World cook book that she owns. No mention of a flipping lamb passanda. Not even in the little "Curry Night" booklet she had. She checked the website. Nope. It occurred to her at two o'clock this morning that it must have been in one of the magazines. The magazines that she threw away last week in a fit of clearing out "stuff". See, bloggees, this is why she is a hoarder!
Well now another hour has passed. Furry Mama has fed everyone except herself. It's lunchtime. Baggy's hair has not yet been brushed, before it's washed. The fire is still dead. An alternative curry recipe has not been found. The green, mouldy saddle and bridles are staring at Grotty from the sitting room floor. The pile of washing is peeking out from the bathroom at The Goddess. Time to get Clara off this flipping lap top and actually start the day.........
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