Good morning beautiful TopTops. For the first time in God knows how long, there was a peaceful, door-slamming, bellowing, snort free afternoon yesterday little girl. Had I known, I would have stayed downstairs in the warm for a while, but as with everything ogrerish, there was no warning, and will not be happening again for a long time. I did manage to get Molly’s tray scrubbed though, poured half a bag of Catsan in there, and a load of deodoriser too. I do not know when I will be allowed to do that again, as that blasted thing is stuck here gobbling and chewing every day now until things get back to normal. When I went down there to the kitchen late yesterday afternoon, it still had not come crashing through the big scary old door, I was so shocked that I forgot to get myself some blue cheese, and had to wait for my bowl of mushroom soup later that evening. I did not choke on that, and was pleased until I choked on my hot drink later on. What with that blasted ogress making me depressed all the time, and now me choking on everything that I eat or drink, I feel very low little girl. It was so cold in here last night that I got into bed after taking Molly down to see my poor Mum, and I was hoping for a good nights sleep… but of course, I kept waking up, and woke up this morning when I usually get up in the week. I fed Percy and George when I got down there to the kitchen, and gave them a load of ham when they had finished. I had to let George out when she finished, and left poor Percy down there with his ham. Molly has not eaten her food for two nights, so when I went down there to make some coffee, I poured some biscuits onto a saucer for her. Poor Percy heard me, so he had some biscuits as well, and then I had to get out of the way as usual. I have just had to go downstairs to let poor Percy out, as great big fried breakfasts have to be cooked for certain non-stop gobbling things, and he would be in its snorting way. Of course, I had to get out of its blasted way yet again so it could go thundering down the hallway… it is going to get such a shock when it finds out that I have not bought myself any mushrooms for it to help itself to, and I forgot the blasted sausages last week as well. I also forgot to buy a big box of catfood, so I have to go into town for it tomorrow little girl, or there will not be anything for Percy and George the day after tomorrow. I will not be able to come on here to Charlie and you in the morning little girl, but I will be back on here the day after… and I will not be going into town again for ten days. I feel awful, I am cold inside, and I suppose being depressed does not help. I just want to sleep for a while without having to get up in the middle of the night, and then go into town to stagger back here with more food for one non-stop-chomping thing to gobble down. I can hear the big oven being got ready to cook its great big fried breakfast while it sits there with its arms folded, its great big teeth stuck out, waiting to be served. I really am dreading the next few weeks little girl, the sooner it is back at work, the better. We do love you TopTops, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you terribly you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX