Baggy's tether just snapped!

Today has not been a good one for Baggy. First of all she went to the dentist to see the hygienist. No biggy. Trouble is Clever Bird had no idea that you cannot be treated if you have a cold sore, and Baggy is clearly run down at the moment, because she has one, for the first time in a few years. So she got sent home. So that was a total waste of a morning. Furry Mama wanted to walk Minty Mutt, so Clever Bird decided that The Domestic Goddess had better "Flea Bomb" the house while they were out. It's taken her a while to admit that the house must have fleas, even though the furries don't seem to have, because Baggy is getting eaten alive every night. She'd already done upstairs, thinking that it was the Bracket kat's fault for sleeping in Baggy's bed, but last night she got even more bitten. Clever Bird decided they must be downstairs instead/as well. Furry Mama chucked the cats out, set the bomb off and headed off with Minty. They walked for an hour in the horrible humid heat.

 

Hormonal Hannah just brought Baggy more down, the further she walked. Sometimes, spending so much time with no one except the four-legged furries, is not very helpful to one's state of mind. Minty knew something was amiss, he kept stopping to wait for Furry Mama, which he doesn't usually do, but it didn't stop him enjoying his usual paddle.

 



By the time Baggy got home, instead of feeling uplifted, she was hot and bothered and her back was killing her, so she decided to put Minty in his paddling pool and watch him from her woman cave a.k.a. the summer house.

When they went into the house, Minty started to sneeze, so Clever Bird read the blurb on the Flea Bomb bottle. Apparently they shouldn't enter the house for another hour. Oooooops. Back to the garden. An hour later, Baggy went and got the post and went into a total meltdown. One month after last speaking to her solicitor a letter had finally arrived. "Oh great", thought Baggy, "maybe it's finally all sorted and Baggy now owns the land that is/was a tiny part of her Dad's garden. Nope! "Letter received from xxxxxx solicitors"....."land registry clearly indicates that there is still an unregistered area basically forming the bank at the rear of the property"..........."written to xxxx solicitors to ask for their comments". WTF? That would be the piece of land that you told Baggy over four years ago was unregistered; that Baggy has subsequently asked you at least four times to register in her name; the bit of land that (the enemy) thinks they own and is trying to sell to Baggy; the bit of land that Baggy agreed to "buy" with the bit he really does own, so that there wasn't an argument; the bit of land that no one can clearly identify even when standing on it. Baggy swore; screamed; burst into panicky tears and phoned Calum to tell him. Calum totally lost his temper. Baggy got even more upset. Hormonal Hannah lost her temper and phoned the solicitor who is on holiday for another week! (Incidentally the enemy solicitor's letter is dated 24th August). Hannah insisted on speaking to another solicitor at the practise - she's not proud of herself, but she swore at him. He was actually quite helpful. Long story short, he pretty much said, "Why spend thousands of pounds on land that has nothing except sentimental value?" Especially as a substantial part of the garden would still not be owned by Baggy. Good question. It adds zero value to the house (surprisingly) and being a virtually vertical bank is very difficult to maintain. Baggy spoke to Calum again. She should have calmed down first. Calum lost it, because he's so fed of being mucked about by the "enemy" and the solicitor. "........ would (Baggy) be prepared to meet (the enemy) on site?" Guess what bloggees - NO SHE FLAMING WOULDN'T!

Inner Grrrrrr! and probably sanity found, once both Baggy and Calum had calmed down, they decided that the "enemy" can take a running jump; they are withdrawing their agreement to buy the land - he can keep it. The house can manage with the little patio garden that it has. It's a lovely little suntrap that just needs a nice fence put round it at some point. If the enemy wants to go to the considerable expense of moving all the thirty-year old boundary fences that's up to him - if he can actually figure out where the land he thinks he now owns ends, Clever Bird will be very surprised, as so far three surveyors have failed! Baggy just has to stop getting upset over the fact that her Dad has lost his garden; neither he nor her Stepmother will know anything about it, unless they're watching from a cloud. The garden as it stands, is a very time-consuming nightmare to maintain and Baggy hates gardening, so perhaps it's for the best. Well, at least that's what Clever Bird is going to have to keep on thinking to try to stop Hormonal Hannah and Freda Fretter from totally dominating Baggy once more. And breathe.

Oh yes, great, as Creative Clara typed that last comment and was about to post this blog a flea just hopped on her arm. Seriously not sure how much more Baggy can take today.......