Good morning beautiful Toppy. Poor Percy was still curled up on Charlie’s chair in the kitchen when I was allowed down there for a few minutes just before midday yesterday little girl, though I had to put him out, make some tea, and then get out of her blasted way yet again. I was eating some spaghetti last evening when Molly decided that she would wash herself right next to me… up went her back legs, dopey daft me choked, and then was sick. I had another awful night, was awake early again this morning, but I fed poor Percy and George as soon as I got down there to the kitchen. When George had finished, she went out, and I left Percy curled up on Molly’s chair with a saucerful of ham. Of course, I had to let him out when I went back down to make some tea, as that blasted thing wants my poor Mum to do it a good feed, even though it is not trundling off to work. When I had let poor Percy out, I made the tea, then got up here out of the way yet again. Yet again I will not be able to come on here tomorrow little girl, as I have to go into town… I did just want to get a plant for Jenny, and few things for myself, but I have to get more blasted shopping. That thing wants Cornish pasties, which I bought for my poor Mum a few weeks ago, it wants spaghetti, which I bought for myself a few weeks ago, and more mushrooms, which I got myself a while ago. I would like to bring home a big bucket of horse manure, just to see what it would do. I feel very depressed little girl, I am dreading the day after tomorrow, as I know that blasted thing is looking for an argument, and in between stuffing its big greedy cakehole, it will most probably get one… the old ogre would be proud. I will be back in here the day after tomorrow little girl, maybe I will have more to tell Charlie and you, but I doubt it very much. We do love you TopTops, we love you very much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX