Good mornings beautiful TopTops. Yesterday was not so bad little girl, though when I went down there to the kitchen just before midday, I was not expecting odd thingy to be waiting for me to get out of the way. I was back up here in just a few minutes, though odd thingy did not go trundling off out for about an hour. I think that it might have rained, but I cannot think properly, as I have a terrible headache, and it is terribly hot. It is not the weather, for some reason today’s huge roasted dinner is cooking away in the big old oven at the same time as ginormous fried breakfasts as sizzling away down there as well. I almost choked on my mushroom soup last evening, and I did choke when I took my medication, even though I took it with about 40 litres of water. I got into bed much later than usual last night, as I watched a film, but I was still awake around the same time this mornings. I had to give Molly her flea-treatment last evening, and she had the hump with me, but seemed to have forgiven me this morning. When I got down there to the kitchen, there was more blasted cardboard just dumped there for me to take out there to the bins, and the new cardboard and paper bin was stuffed full again. As I staggered out there, poor Percy ran in, and so did George, but she came back out again, and would not come in until her food was ready. I gave her and poor Percy a good feed, put some nuts out there for the little birds and squirrels, and when George had finished, I gave her and that tiny black cat some ham. I left poor Percy down there in the kitchen with a saucer of ham, and got up here out of the way, but I had to put him out when I went back down to make the coffee, as it is chomping, gobbling, and champing day. This blasted heat is making my dopey daft head even worse. I am sorry little girl, my headings hurt so much, I cannotings concentrating on what I am tappings downings. 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