Good morning Top Tops. I am sorry for not being on here to you the past few days, but my poor Mum was ill, and I kept hoping that she would be better the following day, but I had to call the doctor yesterday. I did not call them because they always complain about having to come to our house, when I had bronchial pneumonia, the muttering old goat that came out to see me, complained that I should have gone to the surgery. It took me more than ten minutes to get down the big old stairs to see him, as he was not going up there, and I could hardly breath. If I had left the house to go down there, it would have taken me absolutely ages, and would probably have killed me. Anyway, the doctor that came yesterday was a nice lady doctor, and she gave my poor Mum some tablets that I should have got her four days ago. They are terrible doctors little girl, when I had that horrible headache for almost six months, I saw five or six doctors in five days, and each of them said that there was nothing wrong with me, even though one of my pupils was bigger than the other, and I had turned grey. The last one that I saw told me that it was all in my head, and then threw me out of his office for wasting his time. Three days later, the thing burst in my brain. My poor Mum is a lot better now little girl, if it had been anyone else, or a new patient, they would have been out to see my poor Mum, no problem... but because we have been with them since before I was born, we are treated like something I would find on the bottom of my boots. I managed to feed Percy, Jenny, and George on Wednesday and Thursday, but I could not do anything yesterday. I will try to feed them today. That mad mini swamp-witching thing will probably be out there squawking and screeching, and her made three-armed dopey uncles will be with her making as much noise as they possibly can, and if they are, I will not be able to go out there. If that happened though, I will go out there early tomorrow morning... I will probably be awake early, as it will be about 20 degrees by five tomorrow morning. We cannot have any windows open because of those lunatics over there at the swampy old swamp... over fourteen hours the mad mini swamp-witching thing was wailing and squawking yesterday, and the equally made, three-armed odd uncles were bouncing a ball around for the same amount if time. A bouncing ball is annoying after a few minutes, so after fourteen hours, it is so annoying that I wanted to shout out loudly. I did not though, and nothing seems to be happening this morning... maybe a team of even madder, even more nuttier people have kidnapped them, and if that is the case, they can keep them. I will try to get on here this evening little girl, but I have had trouble getting on here twice today already. I will be on here tomorrow though little girl, it is brave little Charlie's fourth Angel Day, and I cannot miss that. 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