Good morning beautiful Topsy. That nasty old scary wind was blowing around a lot yesterday little girl, and there was hardly any rain until the evening… so we had a day of woffings from that evil old trollops dogs, that jumped and barked at the big old fence all they could. I was allowed down there to the kitchen just before midday, and I had just about enough time to turn around and come back up here, I could not even have another mug of tea, as her snortiness wanted me out of the way. I will not be able to come on here to Charlie and you tomorrow again little girl, but I will be back in here the day after. I cannot believe that a week has passed so quickly, it only seems like a couple of days ago I was staggering back here with all of those bags full of food for the ogress to gobble down. I have already been told that I have to bring back the usual blasted sausages, bacon, and sliced chicken, and that is before I have to go elsewhere. I cannot remember the last time that she went into town to bring back a load of shopping in her carty thing… and whenever it was, it was to bring stuff back for herself. Whenever I go down those stairs, she will appear in the hallway, just as the old ogre used to do, and it is really getting to me again, she is really doing my heed in, and I feel so depressed. I could not tell Charlie much, and I am the same with you little girl. I should have plenty to tell you the day after tomorrow though. 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