Good morning brave Topsy. Yesterday was yet another big screaming cakeholed, hot, sweaty day… those swamp thinging idiots were even playing rotten odd stinking football out there in the smelly old swamp at just gone nine last evening, and the ball was kicked as hard against the big old fence as possible. I was hoping for a good nights sleep when I eventually for into bed late last night, but of course I did not, I had the new not so scary old fan turned on full, and the big window open, but I still kept waking up. I was awake very early again this morning little girl, so I thought that I might as well take all the bottles, paper, cardboard, and tins that had been slung down by the garden doors out there to the bins. Of course, more bottles had been stuffed into the already overflowing bag, and I was as quiet as I could be as I unlocked the garden doors, but Percy came barging in, and as I got out there, that big old dog from over the back there was let out to bark at me and make me jump. It made me jump so much that I dropped the tins, so I just dumped them into the bin, and brought all the other stuff out. I let Jenny and George in, got them something to eat, and sat down to read the news… but I did not get to read much. The food was soon gone, so I let them back out, washed up, and got back up here, but I was angry. When I went back down to make some tea, I got a bowl of those nutty cornflakey things, as I thought that they would calm me down, as they are sweet. They did calm me down, they calmed me down a lot, but I did not stay calm for long. I had to go back down to the kitchen for something, so I left the door open for Molly to follow me down, as I would only be down there for a couple of minutes. In that couple of minutes, the ogress came crashing through the big scary old door… what she was doing going out so early, I do not know, she is usually still in bed at the time that I went down to the kitchen. Nevertheless, as usual, whenever I try to go downstairs to the kitchen, she had somehow managed to come crashing through the big scary old door as usual, but somehow, Molly had not got out. I ran up to the stairs to see if Molly was sat there, but somehow, the bedroom door had shut itself… I do not know how, but it had. Molly could have still opened the door with her paw, but thankfully, she did not. Of course, I got all angry again, but a beautiful blackbird singing out there in one of the trees soon calmed me down, and a cuddle from Molly did so as well. I am dreading going back downstairs again though, as there will probably be another big pile of bottles dumped down by the garden doors, or a great big pile of newspapers, maybe even both. I will try to get back on here this evening little girl, but if I cannot, I will be back on here tomorrow morning. 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