Good morning Top Tops. I am sorry about not coming on here yesterday little girl, but I wanted to get into town and back before it got to hot… which was a waste of time, as it was terribly hot when I left. Those lunatics over there at the evil old swamp-witches madhouse have started something else to annoy us, they are playing their terrible bongo music as loud as they can at around half five on a morning. What with that, and playing football out there until well over an hour after midnight, they are doing our heads in. It is not just that little girl, they have also started to wail and howl out there in the smelly old swampy swamp in the early evening. I say wail and howl, but they are trying to sing, but it is nothing like singing… a walrus can sing better, last night they sounded as if they were in terrible pain. That mini swamp-witching thing started with its great big rubbering cakehole about an hour ago, and it has not stopped since, and it has also decided to start kicking a ball around the old swamp, and kicking it against that big old fence. It is pointless complaining, I went there once, but the door was not even answered, so we complained, but that only made things even worse. All we want is a bit of peace and quiet, it is not much to ask little girl, and I am sure that they are trying to get us to move, but an old walrus and his knock-kneed odd wife tried to do that when I was a kid, and they did not succeed, and neither are these three-eyed, three-armed, cross-eyed lunatics. I think that we are in for yet another horrible weekend little girl, and it is yet another bank holiday, I think that we have only enjoyed a few bank holidays since the old ogre went, and now those lunatics are making them as worse as he did. I have not been depressed for a while little girl, but I am getting there, and I cannot go out, not in this heat… I would not want to leave my poor Mum anyway, she is more fed up with it than I am. When I was in another town just over two weeks ago, I got absolutely soaked, I had not seen it rain so hard for a long time… if only that would happen right now, I hate the heat as much as I hate those lunatics over there at the evil old swamp-witches smelly old swampy swamp. It went quiet for a few minutes, and I thought that that mad mini swamp-witching thing had broken its great big cakehole, but chance would be a fine thing, it is back doing its 'I WANT I WANT I WANT' as loudly as it possibly can. I will try to get on here this evening little girl, but if I cannot, I will be back on here in the morning… that is if I have not dome something.