Good morning Toppy. It has been a funny old morning... I was awake early, and when I got down to the kitchen, George was wailing out there in the garden, but she did get a good feed yesterday, and I will give them all another good feed soon. When I went back down to the kitchen to make some coffee, Jenny was crying at the garden doors, she and George had probably been out all night. When I go down to feed them, that evil old swamp-witch with have probably taken them in, but the evil old trolloping coo will not give them anything to eat. I remember that George somehow took a cooked chicken from her cauldron, and was rating it in the garden a while ago, and she was screaming and screeching that her chicken had disappeared... that probably sent her madder than she already is. There has been some big cakeholing out there this morning, and some crashing and banging from that big old shouty slammy house over the back there... but there has not been any door being slammed as hard as possible yet. That is probably being saved for this afternoon when I least expect it, or when I go out there in the garden just before midday. I have just heard George out there again... she does not usually start this early, but she is probably cold, it has been lovely and cool the last couple of days, but it will not last. I cannot think of anything else to say today little girl, I ran out of things to tell Charlie as well, and I keep making silly mistakes, maybe I will be working better this evening. We do love you Toppy, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX