Good morning beautiful Topsy. I am so sorry that I have not been on here to Charlie and you the last the last three week little girl, but things here are still not good, and I have to put up with my little sister, and the ogress… I do not know how my poor Mum managed to do it for so long. I have to try to remember to watch everything that I say to my little sister, as she takes it the wrong way, and gets the hump with me, and all the ogress wants to do is eat, she had twelve sausages with a whole tin of beans the other day, and still ate more afterwards. She also got through two whole loaves of bread, and a whole tub of butter the other week, yet my little sister and me have hardly eaten, with me having just a few hardboiled eggs now and again. I was going to walk to the hospital, but it would have taken me through an area that was very rough, but did manage to find a couple of nasty old scary dirty bouncy old busses that would take me, and I can pay using my phone. The only problem is, one of the nasty old scary dirty bouncy busses only comes along every half hour, and I missed one of them last week. I saw it trundling along towards me, put my hand out for it to stop, and the grinning @%?!## went straight past, and it was in a town where lots of stabbings and muggings happen, I have hated it since I was a kid. I had to wait well over half an hour for the next one, it was pouring down, and absolutely freezing, and by the time that I got back here, I was soaked to the bone. That was last Thursday, I had gone to see my poor Mum after taking Tiddles to the vet, that nice lady vet was there, and she noticed that Tiddles ear was playing her up again. She also noticed that Tiddles had a bad tooth that has to come out next month, and that is going to cost £300. I was meant to get some new glasses next month, but that will have to wait now, poor Tiddles health is much more important than my dopey odd eyes. My little sister and me went to see my poor Mum yesterday, and on the way there, my little sister told me that the ogress was expecting a full Christmas dinner for today, I was very angry, but I could not show it on the bus, not on the way there anyway… on the way back, I did loose it, a lot. At the hospital, there was this annoying old man who insisted on playing the piano… very badly, and if that was not bad enough, he has the same name as the old ogre, and looks like him too. When we left there, and got to the first filthy odd bus stop, some bloke came waddling along, and was whistling as loudly as he could, I could not take it much longer, and rather than cause a fight, I went to the next bus stop, and everything was fine, until the jabbering woman who announces the bus stops got on my nerves… and then there was the wait for the next bus. That was the one that only comes trundling along every half hour or so, and it was late, very late, and when we got on, there was only one seat where we could sit, and there was a mother and daughter in front of us, and sat opposite each other. Jabbering away like anything they were, the daughter had a squawking kid with her, and it would not shut up… I was hoping that they would get off, but ohhhh no, they stayed on until we got off, and then followed us. I was about to say something, but thankfully, they went trundling off in the other direction. The thing that really made me angry was that the odd mother kept getting phone calls, and her phone rang in such a stupid way… but it was not really their fault little girl, I was still angry at what my little sister had said to me last week. She had that she could not believe that my poor Mum had ruined Christmas, I could not believe that she had actually said such a thing, but then she said it again, and she kept going on and on and on about it until I finally blew last Friday evening. Of course, she had the hump with me for three days, and I though I had got rid of all my anger. But it all came bubbling up again yesterday when I heard that old goat trying to play the piano, then finding out that he not only looked like the old ogre, but had the same name only made me worse… in fact I have only just remember loosing my temper and shouting out at him. He stopped for a while, but then started up again, it was so annoying that I had to leave earlier than I wanted to, and then my little sister started moaning about walking. She had told me that she would walk there with me, but we only had to walk for twenty minutes to the bus stop. If she had walked there with me, we would still be on the way home right now. I cannot bring myself to say the usual thing that I say at Christmas little girl, as it is not a happy one at all, it is a horrible one, like the ones when the old ogre would get drunk and start on me when I was a kid, and when he would make my poor Mum work Christmas day and Boxing day, as he needed the money. Today is an awful day little girl, and it will not be nice in this house until my poor Mum comes home in the middle of next month… that is what I was told yesterday anyway. The ogress and my little sister are going to have to change the way that I treat my poor Mum, and it looks like I am going to have to stay downstairs a lot. It will not please the ogress, as she hates me being in a room more than ten minutes with my poor Mum, but if she does not like it, she can go and stay where my poor Mum is staying… maybe we can do an exchange or something. The ogress has just come slithering up the stairs, I did not hear her until she went trundling past on that loose floorboard outside our door, and I almost fell out of this chair. I do not know when I will be back on here again little girl probably next week, I am sorry I have missed so much. I was going to say that I will probably try to walk to the hospital, as I have not been walking as much as I usually do this month… my steps have almost halved from what they were last month, and they were much lower than the month before. However, I have only just found out that it only cost me £3 there and back, it once cost me £2 to get a bus home from two towns away because it was raining so much, so I might just carry on with the dirty old smelly busses. I do love you Charlie, I love you so much little girl, and I do miss you, I miss you terribly my beautiful brave little friend. XXXXXX