Baggy could not sleep again last night. Went to bed at 11.00pm. Heard the Economy 7 (must do something about that Clever Bird) click on at 12.15am. Tossed. Turned. Sung to herself. That probably didn't help. Woke up. Relieved she had finally got to sleep. Tottered downstairs to the loo. Trod on the poor dog who was lying at the bottom of the stairs. He whimpered. Furry Mama panicked. She checked him. He was fine. Baggy nearly wasn't. Only just made it to the loo. Freda Fretter noticed that it was 1.00am. Whoopy-doo. Baggy must have slept for all of thirty minutes. Went back to bed. Sang. Thought happy thoughts. Tried to blank her mind. Creative Clara "drafted" a blog. Then a book outline. Arrrrghhhh! Woke up. Oh great; Baggy had slept. Tottered downstairs. Stepped over the dog. Oh no, he wasn't there. Stepped on the dog's nose as she walked through the dark kitchen. Noooooooo! Poor mutt. Switched the light on. Minty retired, sulking, to his bed. Freda noticed it was 2.00am. And so on (without the mutt squashing) all night. But with slightly wider sleep windows. 3.30am. 5.30am. Hinge cat woke Furry Mama up with a head massage. Then an attempt at eating Baggy's hair. Hormonal Hannah jet-propelled her off the bed. Then gave Baggy a hot-flush. Grrrrr! Back to the loo. It was light, so Baggy could see the dog who was once more at the bottom of the stairs. 7.00am. Baggy went back to bed. She was woken up by her phone bleeping. A text from her sister thanking Baggy for her Birthday card. Back to the loo. 8.15am. It was pouring with rain and blowing a gale. Baggy decided another hour's sleep was required. Back to bed. Once more she was woken up by her phone bleeping. Hormonal Hannah swore. She checked the text. It was from her mobile phone provider. Why would they text so blooming early? Then Clever Bird noticed the time in the corner of the screen. 11.20am. No, no, no, no, no, no!
Baggy crawled out of bed with a blinding headache and achy bones. Gloria Gardener may have pushed her a little too far yesterday. Minty Mutt and the cats were all very relieved that they might finally get some breakfast. Just as she was opening the packets, Calum phoned. Worried that Baggy had not yet called. It's such a manky day that all plans are on hold. The only person in action is Creative Clara. Pity she can't remember the book outline - it seemed quite good in the early hours. Furry Mama might muster up the enthusiasm to take Minty out for a walk later. But Gloria will not be carrying on with her mission today. It's way too cold and wet. Grotty Groom had intended visiting the Boys, but that won't be happening either. Baggy does not want pneumonia again. But she did realise last night that she only has a couple of photos of Grotty riding Wesley. This needs to be remedied when she is back on board the Boy. She adores that horse and cannot imagine him not being in her life even though she has had a couple of life-threatening falls from him. She was lucky. Some people aren't so lucky. Riding is a very dangerous sport, which is why Calum and Baggy are not letting Grotty get back on Wesley until Baggy is 100% better from her surgeries. #rideforolivia ............
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