Good morning beautiful ToppyTopTops. Yesterday was another terrible day little girl, as odd thingy had one of its turns, and was deliberately slamming doors as hard as it could, as it knows that it hurts my dopey daft head so much. Everything seemed to be fine when I went down there to the kitchen just before midday to make my poor Mum some tea, but about an hour later, odd thingy came slithering up the stairs. It was muttering and chuntering as it did the day before, and then suddenly slammed its odd cave door so hard, I almost fell out of this chair. I cannot remember what it said to my little sister when it got back downstairs, but it insulted her because she was sticking up for our poor Mum… that was when it realised that it had made its first mistake. It flew down the hallway to lock itself in the downstairs bathroom, but decided to slam the door as hard as it could. That gave my little sister enough time to get to it, and I do not know how I managed to get down there in time to stop her from hurting it, I did it for my my poor Mum and little sister, not blasted thingy. When I got there, odd thingy was squawking like a cornered emu, I have never heard such terrible squawking’s. When I had managed to calm down my little sister, odd thingy then had a go at me… complaining that I never stuck up for it. After all of the trouble that blasted thing got me into when I was a kid, all the beatings, the thumping’s, the punching’s, and the kickings, it had the audacity to have a go at me for not sticking up for it. It went spinning off somewhere, saying that it did not know when it would be back, and slammed the big scary old door so hard, the spyholey thingy has fallen out, and cannot be found. Of course, it came slithering back just before dinner was dished up. It actually came back, expecting my little sister to have cooked for it… I think that it walloped down leftovers from the day before. I was not going to eat last evening, just as I was going to go downstairs, up it came a-slithering, and it will be doing that now for about a month, just before I go downstairs. It was a favourite trick of the evil old ogre, who had done that to me for so many years, just to make me feel uneasy, now that blasted thing does it. I was so hungry though, I had to have a bowl of soup, and after I had taken Molly down to see my poor Mum, I got into bed because I was so tired. I did not have a good night though, as I was so worried that it would start up again… I think that I must have slept for about four hours. I was awake early this morning, and was just drifting back off when Molly came ploughing across the bed, and across my legs, so I got up. I fed Percy and George, gave George a load of ham, then let her out with another big pile… I gave Percy the rest of the packet of ham, and a packet of Molly’s posh ducky stuff that she does not like. He wanted to go out when I went back down to make the coffee then I got out of the way as quickly as I could. I hope that it does not start again today little girl, because if it does, that will be the reason I will not be on here tomorrow. We do love you TopTops, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX