Good morning beautiful Toppy. As I have just told Charlie little girl, I cannot remember much about yesterday, except Molly was a lot quieter than usual, and there was another big thundering old thunderstorm. There is bound to be a big thundering old thunderstorm every hour tomorrow, seeing as I have to go and have my dopey daft heed mowed again before I go into town for more blasted shopping, and I am really dreading it. After I had fed Percy and George this mornings, I got back up here out of the way, and one of this horrible headaches started… and to make matters worse, that evil old trolloping swamp-witches dogs have just stared barking and jumpings at the big old fence. Poor Percy hardly touched his food this morning, and I had to move it before George gobbled it down when she had finished her own food, I let her out with more ham. Poor Percy started to eat his food when I went back down there to make some coffee, but I could not hang around, as odd thingy was waiting for me to get out of the way. Seeing as I have to go into town again tomorrow little girl, I will not be able to come on here to Charlie and you, but I will be back on here the day after. If this headache gets any worse, or gets like it has been for the past three Thursdays, I might not even go… that is how bad it feels. I am sorry little girl, I cannot think of anything ales to tell you. We do love you TopTops, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much too you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX