Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was another horrible day little girl, it was hot, so I had to have the big window open, and those swamp dogs were barking and yapping all morning… and in the afternoon, a herd of those rubbery-lipped, moronic, mutated mini swamp-witching things started. It got so bad that I had to close the big window, and when I had done that, they started screaming, squawking, screeching, and shouting and they splished and sploshed around in their filthy odd pongy pondy thing. It hot so hot in here, and Molly was crying and crying… I did not know at the time that she wanted the window open, but when I finally realised, and opened it, the lunatics started with their great big cakehole's again. I had shouted at Molly for doing one of her wailings, as it went right through me, and I was just eating one of my rolls. The odd rotten stinking evil old swamp-witch was there, cackling away with her tar-encrusted throat, and puffing and blowing away on her filthy odd lorry tyre flavoured stinking cigarettes. I was watching something on telly, so I could have the sound turned up high, but when that went off, I had to nail those waxy earoley things in my ears. The evil old trollop has just let her dogs out to bark and jump at the big old fence, and one of them sounds as if it is in pain… it is crying and yelping, but the evil old tart will do nothing about it. It is a great pity that someone does not make her go through whatever it is that that poor dog is having to go through. I am feeling very depressed right now little girl, I felt fine when I was tapping away to Charlie, but now I feel so low I do not think that I can tap much more to you. 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