Good morning brave Topsy. Yesterday was just as bad as the other days this week little girl, even though it was a lot cooler. Those blasted pig-eons kept coming back to the big bucket, they were out there just after I filled it yesterday morning, and how they know when it has been filled I will never know. Just about everything made me angry yesterday, especially lunatic swamp things that were crashing and banging about just to make noise. I cut my finger opening a tin of ham for my poor Mum, as the stupid key thing to open it had broke, and I had to use an old-fashioned tin opener thing that left very sharp edges as it was opened. And then there was the ogress… things have been so bad since she has been off work, non of us can do anything, as she insists on doing it, then does not do it, and I have not been able to change the curtains on the landing. If I try to do that, she will want to come clumping up and down the stairs, and of course, I will be in her way. She has gone trundling off down to the doctors this morning, timed to be back just as I am going past the scary old door with Molly no doubt, and will be told that there is nothing wrong with her back or her front kegs, knees, or toes. Hopefully, she will be going back to work on Monday, and things will not be as bad as they have been. I shall have to look through the stuff that I was tapping down to Charlie when the old ogre was here, I can remember the tension was bad when he would take three weeks off work with a cough. Those cross-eyed lunatic swamp things are banging and crashing again… I do not think that there can be anything left of the inside of that swampy odd house, and it used to be such a nice house before that lot ruined it with their nuttiness. I have ran out of things to tap down little girl, my dopey daft heed just is not working properly this week. 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