Good morning Topsy. Yesterday was another horrible day little girl, I have only just remembered that big-mouthed thing from over there at the smelly old swamp squawking and jabbering yesterday afternoon… I had to turn the sound on the telly right up, and even then, I could still hear its great big gob. The ogress has started to come slithering up the stairs just before I go down to the kitchen, and going back down when I have come back up here, I would stay downstairs if I could, but I would only get in the way. The ogress is supposed to be going out for a couple of hours soon, though I doubt that she will, as she is going on and on and on about her leg again. Even though she has been told that other people have to suffer with pain, and do not go on as much as she does, she just takes no notice, and carries on… she just wants sympathy, just as the old ogre used to do when I had bad asthma, or I had trod on a nail, or I had pneumonia, or something else. I was only about six when I first had bad asthma, but because my poor Mum made a fuss of me, he decided the next day that he had caught it off me, and wanted a fuss made of him too… he was a fully grown old ogre, and now a fully grown ogress wants the same thing, only she is older than the old ogre was. I am feeling very low again little girl, so I cannot think of much to tell Charlie and you, but if I feel better tomorrow, there will be loads to tell you. 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