Good morning beautiful Topsy. We had yet another awful day with those flea-bitten, buck-toothed, inbred, moronic, mutated swamp things and that deranged mini swamp-witching thing yesterday little girl. If that was not enough, as it got to the late afternoon and early evening, they started hammering and drilling again, and on top of all of that, it was very, very hot all day yesterday too. I was ill for over two hours last evening little girl, and brought up what little I had eaten, along with my medication. I had wanted to get onto the bed earlier than I usually do last night, but did not want to in case I was ill again… besides, Molly wanted to go downstairs last night to do her investigating. When we got her back up here, she waited until I had finally got onto the bed, and then started wowing again to go back downstairs. I could not get to sleep, and when I finally had, I was awake again, but I was far to tired to get up and sit in this chair. When I woke up this morning, I so hoped that it was very early, but of course, it was not, I had overslept by about twenty minutes. As I took those waxy earoley thingies out, I heard George wailing out there in the gardens, so I staggered off down there to the kitchen to let Percy and George in for their food. I gave them both two packets of food, and when they had finished that, they had some ham, then I let them back out, washed up, and got back up here out of the ogresses snorting way… as I am now in her way even earlier than I usually am. I have to go into town to get more fish, chicken, bacon, blasted rotten stinking sausages, and God knows what else again tomorrow little girl, so I will not be able to come on here to Charlie and you. I will be back on here the day after though, but that depends on if I have not done away with a family of lunatics. I ordered a load of shopping this morning to be delivered two days before I have to go into town again next week, and I just know that I will still have to bring back more meat to be walloped down that day when I go into town. I am getting so fed up with it little girl, the ogress just sits there expecting food to be delivered to her three or four times a day, while dopey daft me has to make do with a few biscuits and a couple of cheese rolls. I have had it little girl, I feel so depressed that I cannot go on any more, I cannot think of anything else to tell,you. I have just heard the beautiful magpies out there, but that will be that, I shall not hear them again for ages. 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