Good morning beautiful Topsy. As usual of late, yesterday was yet another terrible day, and dopey daft me having four parcels delivered one after another did not help, in fact, it has most probably gotten me hated even more because of all the bangings on the big scary old door. I had got a few things for my poor Mum, and a couple of catcaine filled toys for Molly and Tiddles… and they both love them. Molly went potty, and was wowing and whirring when I took it away from her so that we could get back up here out of the way. I could only go into the room twice where my poor Mum was, the hatred for me was so bad, I could not stay there for long. Usually it is just from the ogress, but now that it is doubled again, it is not a nice feeling at all… I was glad to get out of the room and get back up here out of the way. I can already hear crashings and bangings down there in the kitchen, and the oven door has just been slammed as hard as possible… so I take it that it has been found out that I did not buy any mushrooms the other day. My spaghetti will be used now, so there will be nothing for me to eat this evening except soup or cheese rolls, and I keep choking on them. Of course, the twenty-four blasted sausages I had to buy the other day will be gulloped down. Then there is one of the four great big lumps of pork that I had delivered the other day, they were meant for Christmas and the new year, but they will be gone by next week. That big lump of pork will be chomped down today, along with a load of roast spuds, a huge bag if peas, and because I am now hated, Yorkshire pudding will be made… and I adore Yorkshire pudding, I love the smell of it cooking too. I have to go into town again tomorrow little girl, and I should have just been buying a 40lb turkey, and some sprouts, which I also adore, but will not be getting, but the list will be much longer by tomorrow morning. I have already spent almost £550 just in the big old shoppy place this month, and still more is wanted, and I have also got to try and bring back some tins of spaghetti tomorrow, which I will have to try and hide somewhere… that will be my Christmas dinner, if the ogress or my other sister do not find it first. I will not be able to come on here to Charlie and you tomorrow little girl, but I will be back the day after. I hope so anyway. 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