Good morning Top Tops. Just after I was on here to you yesterday morning, some terribly loud banging and grinding started coming from the evil old swamp-witches smelly old swampy swamping place, I turned the sound on the telly right up to 100 to try to block out the noise, but I could still hear it. I clicked the telly on from my computer, and turned that up to 30, but I could still hear the dreadful noise… it was terrible, even people from over the back there were complaining about the noise, with one shouting out that it should not that kind of noise on a Sunday. Because of that head injury I had, I cannot stand loud noises, they literally do my head in, and yesterday the terrible loud noises went on for almost five hours, I really do not know how I did not loose it. There was a beautiful blackbird singing out there in one of the trees nearly all day, it was still out there when I got back up here last evening after I had my bowl of soup, but it was not the only bird out there. That greedy fat pig-eon had been thieving bread and seed since I put the bucket out there the other afternoon, and it had to be chased away at least six times last evening. In the end, I had to go out there into the garden to bring the big bucket in, if I could have got my hands on the greedy fat selfish thing, I would have punched its greedy odd beak around the other side of its fat greedy odd beady-eyed face. I overslept by twenty minutes this morning, and when I got down to the kitchen I looked out there into the garden, but could not see any cats… I am going to feed them today, as soon as the ogress goes trundling off. I will not be able to come on here in the morning little girl, but I will be back the day after, I will try to get on in the evenings though. We do love you Toppy, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX