Good morning beautiful Topsy. We had a quiet-ish day again yesterday little girl, but in the late afternoon, those snorting, grunting, inbred lunatic swamp things came slithering out there into the swamp with their great big poisonous cakehole’s going. I do not think that they could have made anymore noise, and then they did, with that lunatic that laughs like a horse, that old tart that sounds like Daffy Duck, and the evil old swamp-witch cackling away like a deranged hyena. I have no idea when I finally managed to get to sleep, but it was very late, and when I woke up this morning, I had overslept by half a hour. I was so tired that I thought that I was tomorrow, and I did not want to get up, but I did, as poor Percy and George were waiting for me to feed them. Molly came to greet me as I got dressed, and as I staggered down there to the kitchen, I could hear poor Percy crying by the garden doors. When I opened the garden doors, he came running in with George, I gave them both a good feed, and then they had some turkey ham. When they had finished that, I let them out, washed up, and got back up here before I got in the ogresses snorting way. I had to get out of her way when I went back down to make some tea as well, and I dare not go back down there until she has gone trundling off out. 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