She's back! Thanks for your patience bloggees, but Baggy is back in the blog! Yep, there's nothing like Baggy having her husband home for a few days to get her brain back on track. Calum got home reasonably early on Friday, so after Fat Club (where, not surprisingly, as she's been comfort eating, there was a little more of Baggy), she took Grotty Groom to meet Cal at the yard. As there were very few people there, they decided to take the horses into the dressage arena, where the white boards marking out the arena, were still in place from the last competition. Clever Bird decided that it would be a good opportunity to instruct Calum on a few of the finer points of dressage (and the weird language that goes with it). Pretty good plan, except that both horses would have nothing to do with going to the far end of the school. Calum persuaded Joey in the end, but Wessles was having none of it. As it was building up to a drama, they had a rethink and went out on a hack instead. They found out later that there is a foxes' lair underneath the judge's hut, which was probably why the birds in the woodland behind the hut were losing the plot!
All was good with Baggy until she got home. Then Hormonal Hannah reintroduced the black mood of despair that keeps landing on Baggy without warning and for no apparent reason. Baggy had another mini-meltdown and felt even worse about it because Cal was home. But Cal let her talk her little head off between blubs and that seemed to help a bit. Then she got even worse, so at 7.30pm Cal suggested Furry Mama took Minty Mutt out for an evening stroll so that Baggy could get some air. More talking. More blubbing. But it did the trick and Baggy felt better after a good forty-five minute hike.
Saturday had Baggy and Calum up early to go into Sudbury for an appointment at the opticians. They got side-tracked into retail therapy at the rug stall on the market! Baggy keeps doing that to cheer herself up - not big and not clever! But the rugs are gorgeous and The Domestic Goddess is delighted with how the house is coming together. Another lovely hack out for Grotty Groom then home for Furry Mama to take Minty out. On Sunday, Baggy had a lie in, having slept fairly well (without nightmares) for the first time in days. Furry Mama and Cal took Minty out, then went up to Norfolk to visit Cal's Dad and Stepmum.
Today is a bank holiday in the UK, so Cal is home and Grotty and he went on an even longer hack. The weather is a little dubious - very windy, but at least it kept most of the flies off. Both horses enjoyed being out, especially as they had a few canters (even though the ground is now rather hard). It blew the cobwebs away and brought a very large grin to Baggy's face. Hormonal Hannah does keep trying to bring Baggy down, but keeping active definitely helps!
Other facts: marmalade on pickled beetroot and garlic flavoured toast is DISGUSTING. The Domestic Goddess has been sent running to the hills by Hannah (yes, any excuse and she vanishes), but not washing the board before she cut the bread - classic!
Today Calum shut her car door on Baggy (so that he could squeeze past), jet-propelling her head into the door frame! Baggy squealed; Calum said "sorry", whilst choking with laughter for the next five minutes.
Clever Bird nearly had The Domestic Goddess on a trip to A&E. Calum has told her hundreds of times, not to put sharp knives in the washing up bowl under the soap suds!!!! Fortunately, Baggy let go, before the blade cut too deep into her thumb.
Yep bloggees, Baggy is feeling better. Let's just hope that Hormonal Hannah doesn't plunge her back into a dark place when Calum goes back to work tomorrow........
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