Good morning Top Tops. We had another lot of noise coming from the evil old swamp-witches swampy old place yesterday little girl, it carried on all the way through the afternoon, and I was far to tired to remember if they were out there in the smelly old swamp yesterday evening. I will not be able to come on here to Charlie and you tomorrow little girl, as I am clearing everything in here out there onto the landing so that I can have a good vacuuming in here. I will not be able to come on here to you next Monday either, as I have to go to another town again. I looked at the weather for next Monday three days ago, and since then it has gone from a dry day, to a rainy day, to a thundering old thunderstormy day, I already know what the weather will be doing before those lying odd weathering people do. It will be sunny before I leave, pouring down when I get about half way there, then it will be sunny when I go inside, and when I come back out, it will be pouring down again. My rotten odd headache lasted right up until late yesterday afternoon, but it will probably be back as soon as they start up with their terrible noises soon. That beautiful blackbird is still singing away out there in one of the trees, and I was just going to say how peaceful it had been, but some big cakeholed odd human has just opened its great big toothless cakehole and ruined all of that beautiful peace and quiet. It sounds like yet another argument out there in the lane, but I am right back here, so it is probably right outside out house as usual. I will try to get back on here to Charlie and you this evening and tomorrow evening little girl, but if I cannot, I will be back the day after tomorrow. We do love you Top Tops, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX