Good morning beautiful Top Tops. Just as I was finishing tapping away to little you yesterday little girl, it started raining, and it poured down for ages… I was hoping that it was going to last all afternoon and into the evening, but of course, it did not. Not long after it had stopped raining, I heard the unmistakable deranged squawking's of that mutated, moronic, inbred, big cakeholed mini swamp witching thing, and with that, the beautiful peace and quiet was all over and done with. It did not shut its great big stinking cakehole all afternoon, and it was still going in the evening when I went down there to the kitchen for Molly's food and my rolls… it was so bad, that when I got back up here, I had to turn the sound on the telly right up loud. At first, I did not hear poor Molly wowing at me to take her downstairs to see my poor Mum, but when I did, down there we went, and stayed down there as long as we could before we had to get out of someone's thundering way. I was so tired last night, but I left it as long as I could before I tried to go to sleep, but it was hopeless… even with the new not so scary old fan spinning away, and the big window open, it was still to hot in here, so I just lay there until I eventually fell asleep. Of course, it was not long before I was awake again, and I had yet another awful night… when I woke up this morning, I had overslept by just ten minutes, and did not really want to get up, but I had to feed Percy and George. They came galloping in as soon as I opened the garden doors, and I gave them both a good feed… and some turkey ham afterwards. Of course, George wanted more, but I had to save some for tomorrow and the day after, which she was not very happy about. Poor Percy went out with no problems, but I had a job getting George to go out, but she eventually went, then I washed up, and got back up here out of the way. That evil old trolloping swamp-witches dogs have been barking and jumping at the big old fence for almost three hours, and there was some big cakeholed odd humans out there in the lane jabbering away like anything… they have finally gone, but the dogs are still yapping. Then it will be the turn of that deranged, moronic, mutated, squawking mini swamp-witching thing… and if we are lucky, the swamp things will start with another one of their family orgies this evening. Just another day in what used to be paradise little girl. 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