Baggy did have to tell Hormonal Hannah where to go though, before Baggy would head out. Even though Baggy's cold didn't seem quite as bad this morning, (possibly something to do with the ridiculous amount of Vick's vapour rub that Clever Bird plastered on her chest last night), she still felt rubbish. But her sprits lifted as she watched Minty Mutt bouncing about like a little puppy and Creative Clara was mesmerised by the beautiful light.
Clara would have taken more photos, had her phone not been sulking! It insists that it has no storage space left to take photos, even though it recognises that there is an empty sim card available for storage and is set to put all new photos and videos on it! So why won't it then bloggees? It is driving Clever Bird nuts. Psychic Ploppo is sure that it's because the phone is upset that Baggy has somehow broken its screen. She's tried to explain to it that it needs to work properly, or a broken screen will be the least of its worries, but it doesn't seem to understand.
It did make Baggy feel a little better being out with Furry Mama, but by the time she got back to the house her nose was once again running well enough, to compete in the London Marathon. So her muttered lists for the day haven't really materialised. The sitting room looks like a bomb's hit it, because The Domestic Goddess hasn't yet put away any of the things from the weekend in Billy Bob.
"Right, make a cup of tea, blow Baggy's nose, unload the washing machine, blow Baggy's nose, hang up the washing, blow Baggy's nose, cuddle the cats, blow Baggy's nose, start putting things away, get distracted, blow Baggy's nose..."
"Right, sod it, make a cup of tea, blow Baggy's nose, watch a Christmas film on telly and relax".............
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