Good morning beautiful Toppy. I did not have much time to have a tidy up in here yesterday little girl. Just before midday, I heard the unmistakable squawking’s of a deranged, inbred, buck-toothed, lizard-lipped, black-toothed, cross-eyed, three-armed, moronic mini swamp-witching thing… and it had brought its great big stinking cakehole with it. It was squawking, screeching, screaming, barking, wailing, and jabbering non-stop for all of the afternoon. I had to quickly put things back, and turn the telly on so I could drown out its terrible noise, and that was with the windows closed, I do not know what I would have done had I had the big window open. I was going to carry on with the tidying uping in here today, but odd thingy will be making sure that I cannot do that, so I am going to have to leave it all until next week now, and that is if I am lucky, I suppose I could try the day after tomorrow. At one point, that mini swamp-witching thing did not take a breath for at least fifteen minutes, it was terrible, and it was like that all afternoon, you can tell that it is not all human, I think it is at least a quarter of some other species. All we need now is for a herd of them to be sploshing and splishing around in the smelly odd swampy thing as they were last year. I cannot remember much else aboot yesterday, just eating a quiche, then getting into bed late last night. I did have a good night though, and woke up about ten minutes early this morning. Molly was asleep in this chair, but came to greet me as I opened the curtainy thingies. I staggered off doonstairs to feed Percy and George, but George was not there when I openings the garden doors, just poor Percy came galloping in… though I did callings for George. She arrived just as I was opening packets, but would not comings in until I showed her her plate of food. She wanted to going’s oot when she had finishings her food, so I throwings oot a big lumpings of ham for her. I then gave poor Percy a saucerfullings of ham with some chickeny yogurty thing on top, and got back up here before I was crushed in the hallway by a runaway thingy. Percy did not want to go out when I went back doon to makings the coffee, and I was not going to forcings him, so I left him curled up on Charlie’s chair by the scary old washing machine. That evil old swamp-witches dogs have just started barkings and jumpings at the big old fence, and they are as bad as that mini swamp-witching thing… in fact, I am sure that they are related in some way, probably cousins or somethings. It looks as if today is going to be as bad as it was yesterday little girl, so no open windows again. 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