Good morning beautiful Topsy. I almost got knocked down the day before yesterday when I took Tiddles to the vet, and I had made sure that there was nothing coming before I crossed the road. As I was halfway across, a rotten odd stinking van came flying up the hill and around the corner, I really do not know how I managed to get across the road in time. I shouted out a few untapable words, and carried on walking to the vets All I can remember is crossing the road, then being on the pavement as the odd van whizzed past, there was nobody around, and it was nice and cool. I was hoping to see that nice lady vet who you and Charlie know, but it was another one who I cannot understand, and usually has the heater on. The nice lady vet wanted to see Tiddles every six weeks, but this other one wants to see her next week, just after I have got back from town. I had a lot of stuff to bring back yesterday, all I got myself was six tins of soup, biscuits, and four bottles of milkshake, I am really surprised that they have not been grabbed and swilled down by now, it is what usually happens. My backpack was stuffed full, and I had two heavy bags to bring back, next week I have to get a big box of catfood, but that should not be a problem, as £300 worth of shopping is being delivered just when I have to be at the vets. I had ordered myself eight bottles of Vimto, but when I looked at the thing they sent me, they were not there, as they had none. Apart from a new scratchy thing for Molly, and a toy, there is nothing for me, I even forgot to ask for mushroom soup… and there is about £60 of joints of pork that something will be rubbing its hooves together at the though of gobbling down. It should last a normal family of three more than a month, it will be gone in less than two weeks. I had yet another rotten night, was awake early again this morning, and made sure that poor Percy and George had a good feed before having to get out of the way again. When I went back down there to make the coffee, something was stuck there in the room that I took my poor Mum’s coffee into. Arms folded, big rubbery lips all pursed out, and looking like a Viking wrestler it was, so I got out the way as quickly as I could. I got back up here with some biscuits, choked on the first one, and not long after, that stinking old trollop from the swamp let its dogs out to bark and jump at the fence. It looks as if it is going to be yet another rotten day little girl, all I need now is for that crosseyed lunatic to start with its nuttiness. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX