Baggy is a little hyper!

Furry Mama took Minty Mutt to the "pop-up" Post Office in the village this morning to post Creative Clara's latest sale from Realuv. For once, the six hours a week that it's open for worked for Clara! Usually Baggy has at least a ten-minute drive to the nearest one, but for two half-days a week, Baggy's village has its own Post Office in the village hall. Just as well today was one of the days, as Hormonal Hannah's anti-depressant tablets, are still making Baggy a bit too "spacey" to be driving anywhere! Her parcel posted, Baggy set off with Furry Mama and Minty for a pleasant (if rather warmer than they were expecting), walk.

Now Clever Bird isn't entirely sure what's going on with Baggy at the moment, but sitting still and relaxing doesn't seem to be much of an option. She decided to take advantage of this fact and rustled up The Domestic Goddess. Question bloggees - how long does it take to clean a teensy-weensy shower? Five minutes? Fifteen minutes? Baggy took The Goddess in at 11.40am. It started well. Wiping down the tiles and grout; trying to clean the glass of the dried soap; scrubbing off limescale. Clever Bird rolled up Baggy's jeans as she paddled in the water and cleaner. Trying to squat down to do the lower tiles and round the shower base was interesting. Baggy got stuck at one point - it is a very small shower. Getting the yucky weird stuff off, (mould(?), not sure what it is), wasn't so easy. Clever Bird decided Baggy needed tea. Baggy taking it in the shower - not so bright. Squatting down with it in her hand - even less bright. Spilling it on her foot - dumb. Trying to get back up without moving the mug out of the shower - classic Baggy. So once The Goddess had cleared off the new tea stains from the shower and washed Baggy's feet off, she dried off her handy work. It was 1.30pm!!! Nearly two hours bloggees. Two hours to clean a teensy-weensy little shower. And no, it wasn't that bad bloggees. Truly it wasn't! Not great, obviously, but not glaringly mucky. But now it is all shiny and sparkly, Freda Fretter is embarrassed how unshiny and unsparkly it must have been when The Goddess started. Then Freda cast a glance over the rest of the bathroom.

But it was time to meet one of her closest friends for coffee and a catch up. Clever Bird decided that Baggy should shoot into the village shop before she went next door to the café - The Goddess needed rubber gloves.  Correct bloggees, two hours of Baggy's hands in chemicals without gloves! Baggy's feet too for that matter, but Freda didn't hold out much hope for the shop having rubber gloves, let alone rubber socks. Well she was half right - no rubber socks. Much yacking and catching up was done. Victoria sponge was consumed (yeah quite!). Then after a couple of hours and two cappuccinos, while walking Baggy home, Clever Bird concluded that coffee and anti-depressants may not be the best mix. But she made it back on her jelly-legs. And what did she do when she got in? Sit down and relax? No, she got her new rubber gloves out and had The Goddess set to on the toilet, sink and some of the tiles. An hour later, with the smell of chemicals wafting through the house, the bathroom is about one third cleaned. There's nothing like a bit of deep-cleaning to lift the soul apparently. Hormonal Hannah is a little concerned that Baggy seems to be enjoying The Goddess's work, but Clever Bird thinks that she should just take advantage of the situation while it lasts. Autumn cleaning is fun..........