Good morning beautiful Topsy. It was pouring down on Sunday little girl, when I was able to get down there to the kitchen, I looked out into the garden for poor Percy, but he was nowhere to be seen, he was most probably sheltering under an nasty old scary filthy car. The ogress refused to go out to get my poor Mum something, even when the rain had eased off, had I knew, I would have done it for her… but the ogress was in one of her moods. That is why my poor Mum did not say anything, as that is what the ogress was waiting for, and had my poor Mum asked me, the ogress would have gone on a rampage, shouting, screeching, and slamming doors as hard as she possibly could… just like the old ogre. I have not slept well the past two nights, I was awake during the night, and very early yesterday morning, and it was the same last night, and I seem to be very grumpy this morning. The ogress is not helping… since she got up, all she had been doing is yanking the downstairs bathroom and kitchen lights on and off, she must have done it about fifty times, and seeing as this room is on the top of them, it is annoying me, and she knows so, just like the old ogre did. She barged me out of the way when I went down to make some noodles late yesterday afternoon, so I will not be able to go down there today, as she will be doing the same thing. I am going to have to wait until this evening to have something to eat, and even then I will have less then half an hour before I have to get out of my little sisters way… perhaps I should just wait, and go down there in the middle of the night, after all, I will be awake again. I know what will happen though, I will go down there, and she will be sat there on Charlie's chair by the scary old washing machine, and be glaring at me like she was last week while I was putting the shopping away. If only I could sell her to some rich odd arab, but of course, I do not mean that… the odd arab could have her for free, and he would probably bring her back the next day as she would have eaten him out of house and home. I am so wound up today, I cannot think of much else to tell you little girl, I should be better tomorrow, unless the ogress keeps annoying me, and then I will probably be in prison. 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