Good morning beautiful Topsy. Those mutated swamp things came slithering out of their rotten odd stinking shack yesterday afternoon, and brought a big rubbery cakeholed squawking mini swamp-witching thing with them. It was bad enough with the noise that they were making, but the mini swamp-witching thing did not stop for about four hours. Thankfully, when it did stop, it went waddling back into the smelly old shack, but they stayed out there in the smelly old swamp until evening. I was thinking that they might start with their terrible bongo music, and that old trollop that sounds like Daffy Duck would start wailing and whining, but thankfully, they did not. It was terribly hot last night, I just had to have the big window open, and even then I needed to have the new not so scary fan turned on full too. I think that I had a good nights sleep, and when I woke up this morning, I had overslept by about twenty minutes. When I got down there to the kitchen, I opened the garden doors, and Percy came running in with George not far behind… I have them both a good feed, and then went to wash my hands in the downstairs bathroom. When I got back after only a few minutes, the food was almost gone, and when the saucers had been licked clean, I let Percy and George out, and got back up here out of the way before I got in the ogresses snorting way. When I went back downstairs to make some coffee, I was all calm and happy, and then my poor Mum asked me for my bankcard so that my little sister could pa some of her bills… she could not even be bothered to ask me herself. That made me angry enough, but then, as I took my poor Mum's coffee into one of the rooms for her, the ogress was sat there with her arms folded and her teeth sticking out, waiting for me to get out of her snorting way. That was hours ago, and I still have not calmed down, I do not think that I will for a long time. I will not be able to come on here to Charlie and you tomorrow little girl, as I have to go into town to buy more meat and blasted sausages… I am sick to the back teeth with having to carry the meat home, and I am even worse with having to keep buying blasted sausages. The ogress has suddenly decided that dopey daft me can do it, and knows that I detest doing that sort of thing. I am going to try to stay out of here for as long as I can, but it is very hot already today, I am sweating like anything, and tomorrow will probably be even worse… I hate this blasted hot weather. 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