Good morning beautiful Topsy. It was to much to hope that yesterday was going to be as peaceful as it was the day before little girl, as about an hour after midday, that screaming, squawking, screeching, squealing, moronic, mutated, deranged, inbred, fat hairy mini swamp-witching thing got out there into the smelly old swamp, and into their stinking odd cesspool. From then until a couple of hours before midnight, the noise just got louder and louder, and I thought that it would never end. I could not close the big window, as even with the new not so scary old fan turned on, it was still terribly hot in here, so I just had to suffer at the squawking's of a deranged quarter-human thing out there in the stinking odd swamp. When I finally got onto the bed last night, it was still terribly hot, even with the fan turned on full next to me, and with the big window open. I have no idea when I eventually fell asleep little girl, I just know that it was yet another awful night. There was supposed to be thundering old thunderstorms today, but of course, they have been delayed, and moved to the day after tomorrow, and the day after that… and that is when I want to go to get my heed shaved again, I cannot believe that I had it last done just five weeks ago. I do not mind getting a good soaking, it is the lightning that I do not like. When I got up this morning, Molly came to greet me as I got dressed, and then I staggered off down there to the kitchen. I gave Percy and George a good feed, but forgot to give them any biscuits… I am so tired, it is a wonder I remembered to feed them. When they had finished, I gave them some turkey ham, then let them back out, washed up, and got back up here as quickly as I could. I had to be quick when I went back down to make some tea, and had just about enough time to get some biscuits from the fridge before I had to get back up here. That is when the evil old swamp-witch let her dogs out to bark and jump at the big old fence. It looks like we are not only in for another day of it little girl, but another blasted week of it… well until we get that thundering old thunderstorm. I remember reading in history that there was a great big thundering old thundering-thunderstorm around this way that went on for about two weeks hundreds of years ago, and I can remember the one that we had when I was very young, millions of poor beautiful trees were blown down. We need another good storm, but just with rain and thunder, maybe some lightning, but nothing that would do any damage… just something to give us a break from those lunatics over there at the stinking odd swamp. 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.