Good morning Top Tops. Although it was hot yesterday, we did have a peaceful afternoon, though the evening was spoilt by those swamp things, the mini swamp-witching thing, and that old trollop that thinks that it can sing. It waddles around out there snorting and giggling, but as soon as it gets a couple of bottles of vodka down its odd neck, it assumes that it can sing, and the sounds that it makes sounds like an old camel in pain. It was terrible last evening little girl, I had the sound on the telly turned up to 100, and I could still hear the screeching little coo… in the end, I had to put those waxy earoley things in my ears, and I have no idea at what time I eventually fell asleep. I had another awful night, and was awake early again, but I was so knackered that I could not get out of bed, and went back to sleep… when I woke up again, I had only overslept by a few minutes. When I got down to the kitchen, there was yet more stuff to go out there to the bins, and Percy came running up when I got out there. I fed him, Jenny, and George, and was just about to come back up here when my poor Mum got up. I made some coffee, and even though it was still early, I still had to get out of the ogresses way, and when I got back up here, that mini swamp-witching thing was out there in the smelly old swampy swamp screaming its great big toxic cakehole as loud as it possibly could. I had to turn the telly on to drown its out, and at that time of the morning, it is a wonder that someone from over the back there did not throw a brick at the annoying little thing… someone will be doing something soon. I will try to get back on here this evening little girl, but if I cannot, I will be back tomorrow. We do love you Topsy, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX