Good morning Top Tops. Molly licked my hand yesterday, which I thing meant that in catease, she had forgiven me for daring to give her her monthly flea treatment the day before yesterday. The ogress had gone trundling off out when I got down to the kitchen just before midday yesterday, but I still had to get out of the way quickly. It stayed quiet almost all afternoon, until just before midday when that that demonic, mutated, moronic, fatherless mini swamp-witching thing opened its great big putrid cakehole. The snorting, cackling, giggling, and groaning then started, and that was the peace and quiet all over and done with. It was terribly hot again yesterday, but nothing like it was last week, I do hope that we do not get another one like that for a long time. The swamp things started getting louder and louder when I went down to the kitchen for my egg salad rolls… how they know that I am in the kitchen, I do not know, their mutations must give them x-ray vision or something. It was so loud when I got back up here, I had to turn the telly on and turn it up loud. Two hours before midnight, I had to put those waxy earoley thingies in, and take something to knock me out for the night, but they were still at it at gone half past midnight. I overslept by an hour this morning, if Molly had not woke me by washing my hand, I probably would have slept for another hour. Poor Percy was under the big tree in the garden when I got down to the kitchen, but I did not feed him, as I probably would have been in the ogresses way again… I was in her way when I went back down to make some tea, and had to get up here quickly. It has just started getting hot again… and I have just heard the ogress tanking on the lights in the bathroom, light potty she is, just as the old ogre was. Oh Dear God, I have just heard that that demonic, mutated, moronic, fatherless mini swamp-witching things great big stinking cakehole, that is it for today little girl, no more peace, and it will be squawking, screeching, shouting, screaming, and wailing from now until well gone midnight again. If they do not stop soon, I am going to have to do something, and I would not like to be them when I do so. I cannot concentrate with that fatherless things big cakehole going little girl. I will try to get back on here this evening, 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