Good morning Top Tops. Yesterday was completely the opposite of the day before, though it did start raining around midday, it did not last, and that rotten odd sun was soon burning away again. It was only when I smelt the smell of disgusting, filthy odd cigarettes, that I knew the swamp things were out there in the smelly old swampy swamp. When I went down to the kitchen to get my rolls, that old tart that thinks that it can sing was wailing and howling out there, and there was a lot of snorting and grunting. They were still at it well after midnight, I got into bed late, and had a horrible night… it was terribly hot, even with the big window open and the new not so scary old fan turned on full. Molly kept waking me up, and I overslept by forty-five minutes this morning because I was so tired. As I tap this out, there is some noise coming from over the back there, and it is so hot, I think that I could fry an egg on my head. I am having terrible trouble getting on here this morning little girl, and I cannot think of anything else to tell you. I will try to get back on here this evening little girl, but if I cannot, I will be back in the morning. 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