Good morning beautiful Topsy. Molly was still not talking to me yesterday morning, and only came near me to plough across my lap, though when I opened the door to go downstairs just before midday, she flew off down there. I had not even got down there, and odd thingy was waiting for me to get out of its trundling, barging, snorting, soup putting offing way… after I had made my poor Mum her coffee, back up here I had to get. I was so tired and hungry, I did not even think of making my dopey daft self anything, I cannot even remember much about the afternoon. When I went back down there late yesterday afternoon, I was in the way again, and odd thingy was waiting for me to get out the way so it could have yet another good feed… I did not even have time to get a bit of cheese. When I went back down there last evening, I was hungry, and was going to have a bowl of mushroom soup. I came back up here for Molly’s tray, but when I got back downstairs and took it into the downstairs bathroom, odd thingy had deliberately left a nasty surprise for me. That certainly put me off from having any soup, the old ogre used to do exactly the same thing to me when I went downstairs… and of course, I was in the way. I got Molly her food and water, got myself a drink, and then got back up here out of the way yet again. I did not take Molly in to see my poor Mum last night, as I did not want to see odd thingies stupid grinning faces. I got into bed later than usual last night, as I stupidly hoped that I would have a good sleep, and maybe a lay in… it did not happen. I was awake every hour, and early again this morning, and seeing as it was pointless trying to get back to sleep, I got up. I gave Percy and George a good feed, gave them ham, let George out, and left poor Percy in the kitchen. I was barged out of the way just as I was going to go back downstairs to make the coffee, which got me in odd thingies bellowing, snorting, soup ruining way more than usual. It was snorting, growling, and slavering away like a chained up werewolf when I took my poor Mum’s coffee into one of the rooms for her… but I made it wait a bit longer while I went back to the kitchen to get my coffee and biscuits. I choked on the second biscuit that I ate. I managed to drink my coffee without choking, but feel even more depressed than ever little girl. Odd thingies down there shovelling down a pack of twelve sausages, eggs, bacons, mushrooms, fried breads, beans, and bread and butter. This afternoon it will get through most of a huge lump of roast pork, a big pile of spuds and vegetables, and this evening will be walloping down more, and nothing happens… yet dopey daft me chokes on a fox’s jammy creamy biscuity thingy. All I will get will be a bowl of mushroom soup, and that is if I am lucky, and not left any more horrible surprises again. 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