Good morning beautiful TopTops. I was so angry yesterday that I have forgotten about almost everything that happened, though I do remember a few things. One of them was when I asked my little sister if she had enjoyed that great big lump of boily bacony stuff that I bought for my poor Mum for Easter last week… and she told me that odd thingy gobbled most of it down. I was so angry, as that is what used to happen with the old ogre and her. Tins of carrots, peas pudding, and peas were also bought, and I have always liked to have a few carrots from a tin, but I only got one last week, and that was small… all that was gobbled down as well. I was so furious that I can only remember a few more things, and that is George howling late yesterday afternoon, having a quiche with a potatoey waffley thing last evening, having to get out of the way last night, and getting into bed later than I usually do. I had another good nights sleep, though I was awake early this morning, and I was hoping to oversleep by about ten minutes again. When I got down there to the kitchen, I opened the garden doors, poor Percy came in, but there was no George. She arrived a few minutes later wailing and howling, yet refused to come in until I showed her a plate, then she came barging past Percy and dopey daft me, and I gave them both a good feed. Percy left a few bits on his plate, and I just managed to pick it up on time before George got there… I scraped the bits on a saucer for Percy to eat with some ham. George wanted to go out, so I let her out, and gave her another big lump of ham to munch on, and started to break some up for Percy. The top where I had Percy’s saucer has a towel laid there, with some large glassy bowly thing keeping it in place, but something had moved them. Poor Percy stretched out with his front legs on the towel, and pulled everything down… his plate was going to smash, so I put my foot under it, and it bounced off my foot, and onto a mat. I could not help but swear at poor Percy, as I am always telling him not to do what he did, but he never listens. I immediately apologised to him, but he cowered away from me, as if he was expecting a beating, but I just stroked him, and apologised again. I left Percy to eat his ham while I went to wash my hands, but when I went back into the kitchen, he wanted something else… he wanted his usual thingy. I opened a packet of Molly’s posh turkey stuff on top of the ham, then got back up here before I was mown down, and left in a crumpled heap by the big scary old door. When I went back down there to make some coffee, Percy wanted to go out, so I picked him up for a cuddle, and apologised again. When dopey daft me let him out, I told him to be careful, to stay close, and that I would see him in the morning… I still feel guilty for swearing at him, but I just could not believe what he was doing. Of course, when I had made the coffee, back up here I had to get, as odd thingy was waiting for me to get out of its way. It was supposed to go trundling out yesterday morning, and I was looking forward to some crumpets with Marmite. Though of course, when I went down there just before midday, it had not gone out, and that meant my poor Mum, my little sister, and dopey daft me could not have any crumpets. Even though odd thingy had already filled its bags with enough food to feed a small family, it would want some crumpets as well, even though there are only six in the packet, and it would go on and on and on until it caused another argument. So we had to go without, and dopey daft me had to wait until last evening before I could have something to eat. Hopefully, the troublemaking odd trolling thing will be going out soon, and we can have those crumpety thingies. 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