Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yet again, dopey daft me cannot remember much about yesterday little girl, though I can remember hearing the buzzing’s of a pigging wasp over there by the big window. The window was closed, I have not had it open since the last time a crazed, nosey odd pointy-tailed wasp got in here, but I could still hear the blasted thing buzzing away, and so could Molly, though she did not go over to investigate. Dopey daft me did go over there though, just to make sure that the big window was closed properly… it was not, so I locked it, and the buzzing’s went away. It was dark all day, I choked on my soup and rolls, then again on my medication, and it poured down in the late evening. Oh, and George was wailing loudly for ham, much worse than Molly has been doing lately, and then Molly started wailing last night, she almost drove me up the wall. I was so looking forward to getting into my nice big comfortable bed for a jolly good nights sleep, as I was very, very tired, all I managed to do though, was get into my nice big comfortable bed, I could not get off to sleep. I laid there for aboot four hours trying to get to sleep, but it was hopeless, and when I did eventually droppings off, I was awake again very early this mornings… dopey daft me was so tired, I thought that it was tomorrow. Thankfully, I realised that it was Sunday, and wentings back to sleep, and overslept by aboot ten minutes, though I did not wantings to get up then. I did though, and went down there to the kitchen to feed Percy and George, and I gave them both a good feed. I let George oot with more ham, gave Percy a saucerful, and got back up here before I was caught in the headlights of a large, overloaded, eighteen-wheeled odd thingy parp-parping down the hallway. When I went back doon to make the coffee, Molly went galloping down the stairs to look for my poor Mum, so I had to put poor Percy out. He did not want to go though, and I felt terrible havings to put him out, he sat by the garden doors for ages before I realised yet again that it was Sunday. I would have had to put him out anyway because of the huge breakfasts that would be beings cooked later on. Another great big lumpings of pork that I staggered back with a month ago went into the big old oveny thingy last evenings. There is enough for a herd of humans for two days, but there will be nothing left after today, and my poor Mum and my other sister will not be eating much. Odd thingy is going to get a shock when that great big pile of shopping comes at the beginning of next month, as I had to cancel 8kg of pork that was supposed to be delivered. Hooves will not be rubbed together in glee, and the back of necks will not be being licked at the thought of gobbling all that down. Odd thingy has stuffed the freezer with so much chicken, spicy chicken, chicken in batter, and whatever else chicken, and chips, I cannot even put a couple of quiches in there… I cannot even put stuff in the big fridgey freezery thingy I paid for. As soon as the poor delivery driver knocks on the big scary old door, it will be yanked opens There will be a lot of snorting, trumpeting, and thundering, but it is not my fault little girl, the only things coming for dopey daft me will be Vimto and biscuits… I cannot even remember if I ordered any mushroom soup. 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