Day 110 - Evening shananigans.

Home again after a lovely evening with friends celebrating an eighteenth birthday. Believe it or not Baggy can remember quite clearly being eighteen. Most scarily of all, it really doesn't seem that long ago. Clever Bird never understood what her Mum meant when she used to say, "The older you get, the faster time goes". She certainly does now. Like the cold, everything is relative, especially time. Six months to the eight year old Baggy, compared with six months to the fifty six year old Baggy. It flies by! One hundred and ten days since Baggy got home from her Lawrence-the-durmoid-cyst surgery. How? But as Freda Fretter just said to Calum as they were driving home, Baggy can't actually remember very much about the first month after the operation. What's more, her memory is blurring the two lots of surgery into one. But her brain has done this since she was a small child. It just blanks out the stuff it can't handle. Good self-preservation, but rather annoying. But that is why Baggy likes Creative Clara's diaries and now her blog, at least she can re-read them. But it is a little odd that she can remember quite a lot more about her nineteenth year on this planet, than she can about the last six months.

Baggy was very strong-willed this evening too. The celebration was at an "all-you-can-eat" Chinese buffet restaurant. Disaster as far as Baggy's healthy eating goes. But she chose very wisely, so hopefully hasn't blown it for the week. Once home. Fire lit, as despite Baggy's intentions, her clothes choice went for style over warmth. A decision she regretted instantly when she realised that it was a ten minute walk from the car park to the restaurant. And it was literally freezing! But at least she looked the other kind of "cool" (according to the youngsters anyway, so Clever Bird was happy to believe them). So now warm and blogging, with a happy Minty Mutt, once he'd realised we hadn't deserted him for the night, Baggy was contemplating bed. She decided to ask Calum whether he liked the new mattress as last night he had chosen to sleep in "his" bed i.e. on his old mattress in the spare room. Well actually, on both our old mattresses, as they are currently double-deckered on the bed.  "Well I do like the softness of the two mattresses on top of one another". "You like the softness?" queried Clever Bird, "but we have a firm mattress because you don't like soft ones. In fact to be perfectly honest, I find the new one too hard". "Well actually, it's too hard for me, it makes my hip go numb" said Calum. "Whaaaaaat? I thought you loved it. That's why I haven't said anything, but it puts my whole side to sleep" said Baggy. "Well, I didn't want to disappoint you". "But I hate firm mattresses, we chose it for you" said Hormonal Hannah getting all stressed. "Well I don't like it at all" said Calum. Aaaaaarrrggghhhhh!!!!!

Now normally Baggy and Calum communicate pretty well. Not so much when one thinks the other will be disappointed though. This is not the first time they have both not said something because they thought it would disappoint the other person. "Right" said Clever Bird, "there was a thirty day comfort guarantee on it, so although the delivery guys will hate us for it, we should be able to change it for a MUCH softer one". Calum agreed. There then followed twenty minutes of frantic searching while Baggy and Calum tried to find the receipt. And totally failed. Until Clever Bird had a vague recollection of putting it in the car glove box. She sent Calum back out into the cold to check. Yep, there it still was. Phew! Guess where they are off to first thing tomorrow..........