Day 99 - And The Domestic Goddess rocks.

Baggy managed to keep Creative Clara off the laptop long enough to track down The Domestic Goddess! The Goddess was about to make a run for it. She had seen the state of the kitchen and knew what Baggy had in mind for her. But it had to be done. Her vanishing act for the last week had meant that the kitchen was once again a bit of a health hazard. Baggy blames Furry Mama as much as The Goddess. She seemed to have let Hinge and Bracket rearrange their litter tray into some kind of imitation of a gravel driveway across the kitchen floor. The very very cold kitchen floor. The floor that slugs come up through! It appears to be a thin wood, a slug-filled (cold) air gap, then cold earth. Chilly. And mucky. But at least once The Goddess had vacuumed and washed it, she could easily see where she had been.

Then Creative Clara and Clever Bird had a bit of a chat. Rugs. Rugs. Rugs. Warm the floor up by covering it with the little rugs. The Goddess has washed twelve of them so far. A few have been relocated. Yep, the house is getting nuttier by the minute bloggees, but Clara rather likes it. And more to the point, Baggy, who will insist on walking about with bare feet, hasn't got freezing tootsies. As plans go of course, it will undoubtedly fail once the cats start to recreate their gravel driveway. But for the moment, enjoy the madness..........