Good morning beautiful TopTops. As I have just said to Charlie, I cannot remember much from yesterday little girl, just that it was horribly hot, a chicken was shoved into the big old oven last evening, making it even hotter up here, and dopey daft me chocked on some bread last evening. I had cut up some blue cheese and put that in my mushroom soup yesterday, but I was still hungry, so I had a couple of rolls with some cheese spread on them. It was not as if I had gobbled down a huge plate of food, then wanting more when I had finished… some odd humans have what I had for my dinner last evening as a starter, then shovel down a great big plate of food. I broke the rolls up into small pieces, dipped a piece into my soup, and the next thing I knew, I was struggling to breath. After I had gotten all angry, and had thrown my rolls away, but I managed to eat the soup. Just as I was finishing, Molly decided to start spluttering over there in the middle of my nice big comfortable bed… even with that big old sheety thing covering everything, it would not have helped. I just about managed to get her over there by the door before she was sick everywhere, then I had to clean it all up, and take it downstairs to the big binny thingy. Of course, I was in the way, so I had to get back up here pretty sharpish. I can just about remember taking Molly down to see my poor Mum last night, then having to get out the way yet again… but for some mysterious reason, I had a very good nights sleep. I woke up a few minutes early this morning, and when I got down there to the kitchen, I gave Percy and George a good feed, followed by a load of ham when George went out. I left poor Percy in the kitchen for as long as I could, though I had to put him out very early. I had to put him out when I made the coffee, and when I had made that, out of the way I had to get again… at least odd thingy will be at work tomorrow, so we will get a few hours peace. Molly has just started with her earole shattering wailings, I do not know why, and now some great big cakeholed odd bloke, with a great big set of teeth that look like damaged gravestones, has just come trundling up to the front of the house. He has just started laughing and joking with his equally big cakeholed mate, if only I could order a rocket launcher from that blasted place that is always messing up. It is getting terribly hot in here little girl, which can only mean one thing, odd thingy supersized blasted breakfasts are sizzling away, then there will be something else at lunchtime, and a ginormous dinner this afternoon. Dopey daft me… a bowl of mushroom and stilton soup this evening. We love you so much TopTops, we do love you little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX