Good morning beautiful Topsy. I am so sorry for not coming on here yesterday, the day before, and I think the day before that little girl… yesterday I had to go into town, but the other two days was because I felt so depressed that I felt like jumping out of the big window. The ogress seems to have taken over from the old ogre with bringing depression and bad feeling into this house, everything seemed to be all right for a while after the old ogre went, but now it is about just the same. Just as he was, she is not happy unless she has caused an argument, so then she can go spinning off and slam doors as hard as she possibly can. It is not good for the poor old doors, and it does not do my dopey daft head much good either, but as just as the old ogre did, if she can make me suffer, she will make me suffer as much as she possibly can. She has had two months off work because one of her back legs, knees, or hoofs are hurting her, and she found out last week that she has arthritis. My poor Mum has it, yet she has managed to cope, of course, when my poor Mum got it, the old ogre caught it off her, the same way as he caught asthma, and that horrible headache from me… he also managed to catch diabetes down the phone from my poor uncle, who genuinely had it. She is making such a fuss, you would think that she was the only one who had suffered from pain, and she will go on and on and on and on until she drives my poor Mum and my little sister up the wall, and they have to tell her to shut up, and then she has got her argument. If only we could send her somewhere for a few weeks, just to give us all a break, but she would not go, as she does not like my poor Mum, my little sister, and dopey daft me to enjoy ourselves. Well, I would still be stuck up here, but not hearing her big chuntering cakehole going on and on and on would be nice. Anyway, because she is in so much pain, she has decided that she will not be doing as many hours work as she has been, in fact, she has decided to do half the work that she was doing, and has told them so. I do not feel as depressed as I was the other day little girl, but as soon as I go down to the kitchen just before midday, if the ogress allows me to that is, and my poor Mum tells me that the ogress has been going on and on and on again, the depression will kick back in, and I will be back where I was last week… all thanks to the ogress, oh, and that cross-eyed lunatic from the swamp. 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