Day 112 - Loads of money spent again.

Baggy woke up with a numb hip and a headache to go with her achy back. Calum headed off to work for the week. Clever Bird decided that needs must and phoned the mattress company to arrange for it to be swapped. Yep, to the one that is nearly three times the price. But at least it is in the sale Clever Bird consoled Freda Fretter, so it is "only" two-and-a-half times the price. Oh that's fine then. Silly woman. Baggy is the most delighted though. Maybe she'll actually be able to sleep for more than a couple of hours without waking up. Clever Bird placed the call. No problem. "As the new mattress is so much more expensive we'll wave the delivery charge", said the lovely girl on the phone. "Oh, Bless you. Thanks. That is very kind", said Clever Bird, "Urrrrm, I don't suppose that we could get interest-free credit on the difference could we?" "No, I'm afraid we don't offer that on exchanges". "That's okay, I didn't think that you would". "Just hang on a moment, I'll have a chat with my Manager as it's so much more money". "Oh, thank you". "Well, I'm afraid we can't do interest-free credit, but I can give you £100 off the price". Well done Clever Bird. Baggy just has to manage another twenty days on the current mattress, then the poor delivery guys can fight with two mattresses and Baggy's impossible staircase.

Furry Mama then took Minty out for a celebratory walk in the sunshine. It is a beautiful day. But cold again. So when they got home The Domestic Goddess lit the fire. Baggy decided to rustle up Gloria Gardener. It's so warm in the sun that she decided that Gloria could do a bit of work on the front garden and her little pots. Well it would have been a plan if Baggy could have found any of the hand tools that she needed. Nope. Yes Gloria is as useless as the Goddess. In fact she is probably worse. So Baggy kicked The Goddess into action instead. Baby-rug washing started. Kitchen vacuumed. Baggy left the back door open. Yes bloggees the fire was blazing in the sitting room. A few yards away the back door was wide open. Actually not as daft as it sounds. You see it was actually warmer outside than in the kitchen.

Then Furry Mama realised that the cats were out of food. She decided to take Minty Mutt to the pet superstore with her. Baggy dragged Mint's ramp out of the back of the car. Put it up. Hurt her arm and her stomach. Mint launched himself at it. Slipped off. Landed on his bottom on Baggy's feet. Thankfully there were no cars coming. Once recovered, Furry Mama made him go up it slowly. Okay. Baggy folded the ramp back up. Oiked it into the car. Ouch! It is silly heavy. It has to be to cope with ten-stone of German Shepherd. She got to the store. No panics driving today thankfully. Parked. Got out. Realised Clever Bird's mistake. Got back in. Turned the car round so that the ramp would not be right in the lane of traffic. Attempted to get it out while Mint tried to jump out. There wasn't enough room between the car and the hedge. It had to go on the wonk. Baggy hurt her arm again. Mint hurtled out. Pulled Baggy's stomach as he hauled her to get to the hedge to sniff it. Ouch! Furry Mama made him stay, while Baggy once again folded the ramp up and put it back in the car. Why exactly did you let Furry Mama bring Minty Clever Bird? They headed into the store. Which had only two boxes of the cat food! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Dog food collected. Dog biccies chosen by Minty. Cat litter lifted into the trolley. Ouch! Lawrence-the-phantom-durmoid-cyst is really hurting today. Heavy dog food and cat litter lifted back out of the trolley to be scanned as Minty hauled Furry Mama sideways to sniff a dog toy. Arm hurt once more. Deary me. Everything put back in the trolley. Minty headed for the door. "Wait". Mint stopped dead. Baggy negotiated the trolley. Mint was in front of it. "Okay, go". Mint set off.

Back to the car. Heavy stuff all lifted into the car while Mint attempted to get to the fascinating hedge. Car locked. Minty and trolley taken back to the store. Back to the car. Ramp out. Put back together. Phantom Lawrence was by now biting Baggy. This time Mint went up it carefully. Ramp folded away again. Lifted back in the car again. Ouch again. Phantom-Lawrence bit again. Baggy's headache was back. Drive home. Park. Get the ramp out, while trying to stop Mint from jumping out of the car. Get Mint out. Let him in the house. Lug all the heavy stuff in. Collapse on the sofa with a cup of tea. Ouch, ouch, ouch. Why on earth did Furry Mama not leave Mint to sleep? Because she loves him.

The Domestic Goddess rustled up lunch. Creative Clara checked her blog. Adverts for 90% off mattresses. Thanks..........