Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday and the day before were absolutely terrible little girl, just having the rotten stinking heat was bad enough… it has been hotter here in the morning than it was in much hotter places in the afternoon. However, we have also had to put up with about twenty-eight hours of screaming, squawking, screeching, wailing, snorting and cackling from those blasted swamp things and those fatherlessing mini swamp-witching things. They were still at it over an hour after midnight this morning. Because of the heat, I have not had much sleep over the past few nights, and it has made me very irritable, and not being able to have my morning mug of coffee because someone keeps using all of the cream and the sugar has made me irritable too. A herd of those fatherlessing mini swamp-witching things were stood at the big old fence screaming and squawking so much yesterday afternoon, I had to shut the big old window, and even with the new not so scary old fan turned on full, it was terribly hot in here. I was hoping that I would get caught in a thundering old thunderstorm that was supposed to be here yesterday morning when I went into town, but of course, that did not happen. I was only supposed to be getting a few things when I went into town, but of course, I had to get more and more because the ogress is too scared to go into town. I made a point of not buying any more blasted sausages though, if they are wanted, the ogress or my little sister can get them, I am sick of the sight of them. I did have to buy some blasted bacon though, which was walloped down yesterday afternoon… I am sure that it was cooked down there in the kitchen on purpose, just to make dopey daft me sweat up here. I was going to buy some more cat food last week, but I had so much blasted shopping to get, that I could not have carried it. I was determined to get it this week though, even though I had to get a great big bottle of softy stuff for the big scary old washing machine. How I managed to get back here with everything I shall never know, my fingers were buckled and swollen from those blasted carrier baggy things, I was sweating like anything… and as soon as I got into the kitchen, that poncing mini swamp-witching thing was let out to scream and squawk at the big old fence. That blasted thing has made me so angry over the past few months, I would have no regrets from smashing it with that sledgehammer of mine. If that was not enough, as I was putting the shopping away, my poor Mum told me that the ogress was waiting for me to get out of her snorting way so that she could go trundling off out. I had come up here to get Molly, but as soon as I had put the shopping away, I had to get back up here out of the way with her. I had had to get out of the way when I went down to make some drinks yesterday morning too, I only had enough time to make my poor Mum a cup of tea before I had to get back up here. I was going to have a mug of tea when I went down to the kitchen just before midday though, as the ogress would not be here, and I did. Though just as I was making the tea for my poor Mum and myself, my poor Mum told me that the ogress had changed her mind of going out when she was supposed to, and was waiting for me to get out of her way so that she could go out… I could not believe it, I really could not, it was something straight out of the old ogres book. Of course, the day just got worse and worse, the noise of those screaming fatherlessing things was so bad that I had to shut the big window, and even with the new not so scary old fan turned on full in here, it was still terribly hot, and they did not stop until over an hour past midnight. Of course, I had a terrible night, and when I got up on time this morning, it was already very hot, and when I got down there to the kitchen, I realised that it had been raining when I opened the garden doors. The rain had not made it any cooler though, I did not even feel a breeze out there. I fed Percy and George, and when they finished, I let them out, washed up, and got back up here before I got in the way. It has just gone an hour before midday, and I have just heard the screaming of one of those fatherlessing things from over there at the stinking odd swamp… it would not surprise me today if one of the people over the back there does something, if I hear a shotgun going off, I will not be surprised. We love you so much Topsy, we do love you little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX