Good morning beautiful TopTops. Yesterday was not a very nice day little girl, it was hot, I had to keep getting out of odd thingies way whenever I went downstairs, and the swamp-things rotten odd smoke-alarm went off about twenty-five times. I am sure that that wide-chinned, flat-faced, large-nostrilled, three-armed, snake-tongued, buck-toothed, inbred mini swamp-witching thing keeps setting fires to make it go off, nobody’s alarm goes off that many times in one day. It was horribly hot, and I had to have the new-fangled fan on for most of the afternoon, even though it was pouring down. I had to get out of the way so quickly late yesterday afternoon, I did not have time to get anything ready to eat… I was so hungry, I had wanted to get some mushroom soup ready, but I had to make do with a few biscuits. I even had to get them out of the fridge quickly, and then get back up here out of odd thingies way. Huge breakfasts, a huge dinner, and a great big lump of chocolate cake with a tub of whipped cream it slapped down yesterday, and was still looking around for more. After I had taken Molly down to see my poor Mum last night, and had then had to get out of odd thingies stinking way again, I was watching something good on the telly, when Molly decided to jump on the bed, and start to be sick… she even tried to run off as I went to grab her. I put her over there by the door, but she jumped back onto the bed again, and I just got her off before she threw up right by the door. There was an awful mess to clear away, I used almost half a roll of kitchen paper, luckily I had a carrier bag here, but I had to take it downstairs… and I got in odd thingies snorting, hoof-scraping, trumpeting way yet again. I got into bed later than I have been doing, and I do not know how long it took to fall asleep. I was suddenly awoken by Molly, who had jumped onto the bedside table, and was clawing at the headboard, I grabbed her, and put her in the middle of the bed, and tried to get back to sleep, but I could not for ages. Molly woke me again early this morning by trying to get into the window where I had blocked it off, as I am fed up with her ruining the net curtains… she can get in there from anywhere else but there, so she just has to try. I was so angry that I just got up, got dressed, and went downstairs to feed poor Percy and George. More blasted bottles had just been thrown down there by the garden doors, and when I opened the garden doors, poor Percy ran in, and George just stood there howling. I gave them both a good feed, I gave George some ham when she went out, gave poor Percy his saucer of ham with salmon, and got back up here before I got in somethings blasted way again. When I went back down there to the kitchen to make the coffee, I had thought I would have more time than I had yesterday, but of course, I did not. There it was, sat there like a roasted walrus, waiting for me to get out of its way when I took my poor Mum’s coffee into one of the rooms for her. I kept the aggravating coo waiting though, and went back down there to the kitchen to see poor Percy… he was eating some ducky stuff that I had given him. I had just gotten up here out of the way when I heard the thunderings of something from the black lagoon going down the hallway. I was hoping that it was going to be a peaceful day, but it looks like that is not going to happen… the swamp-things smoky-alarmy thingy has just gone off for the first time today, and there is a screaming kid over the back there with a bigger irritating cakehole than that thing from the swamp. 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