Good morning beautiful Topsy. I feel very depressed again little girl, as now I not only have the ogress wanting me out of the way, but my other sister as well… if I can be barged out of the way, or muttered, moaned, or swore at for daring to go downstairs, I will be. It is just like it was when the old ogre was here, I thought that things would have gotten better after he went, but is has slowly got as bad as it was, if not worse, and it is really doing my head in. I feel like walking in front of a bus or something, but I cannot do that, as there is my poor Mum to think about… the other two could not give a damn. Perhaps for me to stagger back from town laden down with blasted sausages, chops, and other chompable things, or to pay bills for them, they might miss that, but I should not think so. To save having to carry back a big pile of shopping tomorrow, I had some shopping delivered yesterday, and I got sarcastically moaned at by the ogress for buying drinks. I bought eight bottles of Vimto for my dopey daft useless self, and eight bottles of orange drink for my poor Mum, and there was the ogress complaining that she did not know where we were going to put it all. My poor Mum asks her to go and get the orange drink for her, and she will complain, or just not go, I buy it, and she still moans, I cannot win… at least it was quiet yesterday little girl, that was one good thing. I have to go into town tomorrow for some rolls, cheese, cat food, and cat biscuits… I know that I could have ordered them with the shopping yesterday, but I know what would have happened. My rolls would have been squashed flat, the cheese would have been delivered covered in that horrible rind that I detest, and they would have been out of stock of the large box of catfood and the cheese biscuits that I buy for Molly. I also have to buy some more pain relief tablets too. Seeing as I have to go into town, I will not be able to come on here to Charlie and you little girl, but I will be back the day after… maybe I will not be so depressed either, but I doubt it very much. As soon as I get back from town tomorrow, the moaning, sarcasm, and muttering will start. We love you Topsy, we love you so much little girl, and we miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX