Day 107 - Still fretting.

Freda Fretter is having a field day today. She wishes Minty Mutt could have a proper conversation with Furry Mama. Maybe Psychic Ploppo needs to try to have a chat with him. The boy does seem a little down. He doesn't understand why he's gone from choosing his walks, to not going out for two days. He has seemed fine since this morning. Nary a sign of a limp. So tomorrow Furry Mama will try once more. It just comes on so suddenly though. Presumably the two bits of broken bone are rubbing together, or trapping a nerve. Either way it clearly hurts the poor lad. But if he can't walk tomorrow Clever Bird will take him to the vets, if only to stop Freda from having a meltdown.

Baggy misses her walk too. It was such a sunny day, it would have been lovely to get out. That and Baggy could have done with burning off a few calories. Mind you, so far so good this week with her healthy eating. She has high hopes for Fat Club on Friday. The Domestic Goddess has just rustled up her third meal from scratch in two days. At this rate she might make a half-decent cook, but for goodness sake don't let her know. She'll want a pay rise. Oh no, she doesn't get paid. Phew, that's okay then.

Creative Clara has been writing for a large part of the day. Two blogs. Her diary. Lists. A new "Pros and Cons" for Clever Bird (she does lots of those). Tweets - not sure why she does those. Facebook bits. And her latest episode for her www.Channillo.com series. As a result, not a huge amount else has been achieved today. In fact today has ended up being the "nothing" day that Clever Bird thought was happening the other day.

It's the guilt though. Baggy is finding this doing nothing malarkey very hard. Especially while Calum works his little hairy biker socks off to pay the extra bills. But Grotty Groom is determined to get back on The Boy Wessles in the next few weeks. She's got a better chance of achieving that if she's not hurt Baggy's arm or stomach from taking on her full duties again. See - GUILT. But she is determined. Baggy even had some mad dream last night that Grotty was trick riding on the Boy. It was a totally impossible trick! She was hanging round Wesley's neck with her back on his chest, legs sticking straight out in front of her, in a flat out gallop in a race with Calum and Joey! Totally impossible. But a) Baggy woke up with a big grin on her face and b) it occurred to Clever Bird that Grotty might be feeling more confident than Baggy feels about getting back on her lad. It's all good. Grotty even managed to sneak a favour from the saddler who was at the yard on Monday and kindly checked the fit of Wesley's saddle. It fits! The diet has worked. It's a couple more weeks until Grotty rides a computerised horse to get a feel for how her surgery spots feel, but assuming that goes well.......