Good morning brave Topsy. It is horrible right now little girl, I cannot even go out, as the day before yesterday I was told that I could not get on a nasty old dirty scary smelly old bus unless I had to, and yesterday I was told that I could only go out once a day, or I would be fined. I cannot go to where I usually go tomorrow little girl, but I still have to go out to try and buy some eggs, milk, noodles, or soup… that is if I can anyway. I will not be able to come on here to Charlie and you, but I will be back the day after. At least I managed to get some Catsan, which came yesterday, but I am still waiting for some more food for Molly to come, as the last time that I ordered some for her, they sent the wrong one. The worst thing about it is, that the place that the ogress goes trundling off to, has sent everyone home… so we are stuck with her snorting, barging, door-slamming, shouting, goofy ways for at least two months, it is going to be absolutely terrible. The shelves in the big old shoppy place used to be heaving with mushroom, vegetable, or potato and leek soup, but now all the greedy odd humans are grabbing it, and I cannot get anything to eat. That makes me angry, but what is making me even more angrier, is that evil old swamp-witches yapping dog, as it has not stopped all morning… it has started another one off over the back there, and I have not been able to have the big window open for ages now. I was awake very early again this morning little girl, I do not know what kind of sleep I had, and when I got down there to the kitchen, there was more empty cream tins to go out there to the bins. My poor Mum, my little sister, and dopey daft me have cut down on everything, buy the ogress seems to be swilling down tins of cream like there is no tomorrow. My poor Mum and dopey daft me have some in a mug of coffee on a morning, and maybe, another one at midday, but that has stopped. Yet the ogress is still gulping it down. If there was just enough left for my poor Mum, my little sister and dopey daft me would go without, but the ogress would gulp it down without hesitation, just as the old ogre would have. That evil old swamp-witches dog is driving me up the wall little girl, even with all the windows shut, it is still annoying me, and I cannot think of anything else 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