Reality check.

Finally Baggy seems to be feeling a little better today! She still had a restless night and didn't wake until 10.00am when The Hinge cat decided that she needed a cuddle and head-butted Furry Mama on the nose. Tempted as Baggy was to go back to sleep, Clever Bird persuaded her to get up and start her day. For the first time in days she didn't have a headache and after a shower, she barely had a stomach ache either. But she still didn't really want to go out. So miracle of miracles, she managed to persuade The Domestic Goddess to make an appearance. Just as well actually, as the house was looking like one of those cases that needed to be featured on a telly programme. You know the sort, the ones where they send a cleaner in with a bacteria monitor! There's a reason why the kids are called "furries", although with the amount of fur stuck to the rugs and gently wafting across the Tudor-brick floor, Clever Bird sometimes wonders how they are not totally bald. Baggy also had a fire going last night and gorgeous as fires are the wafty ash is a pain, the light coating of grey dust all over the furniture was all too obvious. The moment that the vacuum cleaner started, both cats made a dive for the garden, taking their wafty fur with them.

Freda Fretter felt a little better once The Goddess had finished; it's fine when the only people who can see the chaos are Baggy and Calum (the furries don't notice it), but as they will be away with the horses at the weekend, the house and furries are being looked after. Even The Goddess would cringe knowing other people were having to live with the mess! So - job done.

Then Furry Mama decided to take Minty Mutt out, as Baggy suddenly felt okay about leaving the house. Great thinking Clever Bird, let The Goddess clean for hours, then get Minty filthy. It was a lovely day and Baggy felt better still for being out in the sun. Grotty Groom said a few prayers that the weather will stay like it for the weekend. Minty was happy to be out.

They cut back through the Barn at Assington, (Minty's choice) and Baggy looked longingly at the café and the people drinking cappuccinos. A coffee would have been lovely, but sadly Mint isn't allowed in and it was too cold to sit outside, so they wandered on through the complex. Minty said "hello" to his little pal.

Much nose licking ensued, but Creative Clara just couldn't get the photo.

Minty loves the little Shetland and at one point they were grooming each other. Grotty enjoyed a cuddle with him too. A little sheep shares the paddock and Minty really wanted her to come and say "hello" as well, but she was having none of it, so he started bouncing up and down like a puppy, woofing at her - funnily enough that didn't work.

Once again as she walked, Baggy's back started to hurt, then her stomach started as well, but it was nowhere near as bad as yesterday. Clever Bird is going to keep an eye on things and if her symptoms persist she promises that she will take Baggy to see her doctor bloggees! If she has learnt any lessons from Lawrence-the-durmoid-cyst and her depression, it's that she mustn't pretend (to herself or anyone else) that's she's okay, when clearly she isn't. The reality is that it is looking a lot like Baggy may well have gall stones..........