Good morning beautiful Topsy. It was yet another terribly hot day again yesterday little girl, the only good thing about it was that that deranged, moronic, mutated, squawking mini swamp-witching thing was not out there wallowing in the stinking odd cesspool. It did managed to get out there late yesterday afternoon, but it was soon recaptured, and hauled back to that stinking rundown shack that about 30 swamp things live in. As I was watching the telly, and had the new not so scary old fan whirring away behind me, I did not hear its deranged squawking's at first… it was as if the blasted thing was trying to get attention, as soon as I knew that it was out there at the big old fence, it was dragged away screaming. I had a load of shopping delivered yesterday so that I would not have to get a lot when I go out tomorrow, and the fridge and the freezer are now full… but I still have to get things when I go out tomorrow. All I wanted to do was go into town after I have had my dopey daft heed shaved, and buy some rolls for myself, and another big box of catfood for Percy and George. However, now I have to buy sliced chicken, ham, corned beef, and a load more stuff, so I will be staggering back from town like one of those poor old donkeys yet again. At least I might be getting a good soaking, we were supposed to be having a thundering old thunderstorm yesterday, but of course, it did not happen. Those lying odd weathering people have changed their minds yet again, and say that the thundering old thunderstorm will be here this afternoon, or maybe tomorrow, if it comes tomorrow, I will be out there in it. I do not mind the thunder, I will love the rain, it is just the lightning that I do not like, it is alright watching a thunderstorm from the safety of home, but I do not like being out in it. That evil old trolloping swamp-witch has had her dogs barking and jumping at the big old fence since early this morning. I cannot see the evil old coo allowing us another relatively peaceful day, but if that moronic, mutated, fat, hairy, inbred, deranged mini swamp-witching thing does start with its great big mouldy toothless cakehole, at least we have the threat of a thundering old thunderstorm this afternoon. Whenever a thunderstorm starts, it screams when fresh water lands on it, and goes wailing back into their smelly old shack… it makes me wonder if rainwater burns its rotten odd scaly skin. I will be back on here the day after tomorrow 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