Good morning beautiful Topsy. Everywhere else most probably had a nice peaceful Sunday yesterday little girl, but of course, that did not happen around here. If it was not that evil old trolloping swamp-witches dogs barking and jumping at the big old fence every five minutes, it was the people at that big old house over the back there that is never finished… they were hammering and banging there when poor Charlie was well, and she curled up on my lap. I can remember them hammering away one night, it was so dark, they had to put up blazing lights to see. They could have knocked the place down and rebuilt it in less time that they have been working on it, I thought that they had finished, but it had all just started up again… maybe in a few years, they will finally stop hammering. I cannot remember anything else from yesterday little girl, my mind has gone blank; I have usually remembered something by now. I cannot remember anything though, nothing has jumped out at me, and it was the same when I was tapping away to Charlie. I usually tap a few things down during the day to remind me, but for some reason, I did not do that yesterday… I will try to remember to do that today little girl. We do love you Topsy, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much too you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX