Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was the most beautifully quiet day for a long time little girl… if it had been nice and cold, and I did not have to get out of anyone's way, it would have been a beautifully perfect day, but I should just be happy with a beautiful quiet day. I do not know what happened, and I do not particularly care, the whole swamping clan could have been kidnapped for all I care, it was just so nice to have such a pleasant day. Those lying odd weathering people kept saying that there would be thundering old thunderstorms, but none arrived. When I was down there in the kitchen last evening, I looked at my phone, and it told me that there was a storm right above our house, and it was absolutely pouring down, but when I looked out of the garden doors, there was not a drop to be seen. It was probably pouring down at the end of the lane, but right here, there was nothing. I half expected there to be a lot of cakeholing late last evening, but all I heard were a couple of old tarts out there in the lane arguing. I do not know what time I got onto the bed, just it was much earlier than the night before… and I had another awful night, though it was nothing like the night before. When I woke up this morning, I had somehow got into bed, and had overslept by twenty minutes, but I did not want to get up. I did though, and staggered down there to the kitchen to feed Percy and George… when I opened the garden doors, it had just started to rain, and a beautiful breeze slapped me right in the chops. Percy and George had a good feed, I let them back out when they had finished, then washed up, and got back up here out of the way. I am hoping so much that today will be as peaceful as yesterday was, but already the swamp things dogs have been let out about three times to bark and jump at the big old fence. 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