Good morning brave Topsy. Yesterday was a horrible day little girl, it seemed as if the ogress was going out of her way to wind me up… she knew that I was looking out there into the garden for Jenny. When I usually go down there to the kitchen, she will be there chomping down cakes and biscuits, but yesterday after she had done that, she was slapping down cornflakes, she sounds like a pig with cinders, and she knows that that kind of noise drives me up the wall. If the old ogre had some boiled sweets, or anything in a rattly bag, he would roll the boiled sweets around his great big cakehole, and rustle the bag as much as he could so that he could make my poor Mum or dopey daft me angry… and the ogress is just the same. I went downstairs to look for Jenny about four or five times yesterday, and each time, she would be sat there on Charlie's chair by the scary old washing machine watching everything that I did. When I eventually did see Jenny, I went out there, she ran up to me, and I let her into the kitchen while I moved things around out there in the garden. All of a sudden, the garden doors opened, and Jenny came running out… apparently, she had been fed, I went to stroke her, but she ran away from me, and she never does that. The ogress is not content of barging me out of the way in the hallway, and the kitchen, not she has started to do it to me on the stairs, and that is something else the old ogre used to do. It looks as if today is going to be as bad as yesterday was, the ogress was supposed to be going out, but it is raining, and she does not like getting wet… something else that she has in common with the old ogre. 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