Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday afternoon was terrible little girl, it started off with some bloke at the stinking old swamp cutting the grass around it, and he kept hitting things. That huge arsed odd swamp witch came staggering out there, and was cackling and gargling all afternoon with him, and then a herd of other swamp things arrived. That crosseyed lunatic was showing off, and was kicking a football against the big fence as hard as it could. It just got worse as the afternoon went on, and when I went down there to the kitchen late yesterday afternoon, another great big cake had been baked, and the whole top shelf in the fridge had been cleared for it. It took me ages to tidy the fridge and the freezer the other day, there was half eaten pies just shoved into the freezer, pastry that had been in there for so long, it had gone black, and loads more stuff I had to throw out. I had some malt loaf delivered the other day for my poor Mum, and I had left it tidily in the fridge, but it had been seen by something, grabbed, and walloped down, and shoved back with a couple of slices in the bag. Whoever had grabbed it, could not even be bothered to put the tag back around it. There was plenty of battered fish and chicken to be gobbled down, but ohhh no, the things that I had delivered were grabbed and gobbled down first. The only things in the fridge that are mine are some milkshakes, and I am surprised they have not been grabbed and gulluped down, some blue cheese, and some biscuits, everything else is for my poor Mum and those two, and one odd thing will be gobbling down the most. I had twenty four small chicken pies delivered three days ago, and a load of them have already been grabbed, cooked, and gobbled down, I can see it all gone in just over a week, and those huge lumps of pork gone in three. I am expecting to have to bring back a great big pile when I go into town next. All the stuff in the fridge that I had put away tidily had been grabbed, and just shoved somewhere else, and it makes me so angry that someone can be so untidy, I am dreading going down there at midday to see the deliberate mess that has been made. It was so hot in the kitchen yesterday afternoon, and I had to get out of the way so quickly, I forgot to get my soup ready, and when I got back up here, those lunatics had got even worse. It was terrible out there by the time that I was allowed back downstairs last evening, and when I got down there, the heat was terrible, and something was waiting for me to get out of the way. I managed to get some soup, but then up here I had to get so something could go thundering down the hallway like a big old russian tank. Molly wanted to stay down there, but I brought her back up here with me a while later, as it was so hot, I had to have the fan on full. Those maniacs just got worse and worse, and were having a right old inbred party which went on so late, I do not know when they finished. Somehow, I had a good sleep, but was awake early this morning… I fed Percy and George, let George out with ham, gave Percy a saucerful of his usual stuff, then got back up here before I was barged into by an escaped something something. I had to let poor Percy out when I went back down there to make the coffee though. Huge fried breakfasts would be sizzling away down there, and he is not wanted, all Percy and George have is my poor Mum and dopey me… he can hopefully stay in until around midday tomorrow though. Those hungover odd swamp things have just let the dogs out to bark and jump at the fence, as a squirrel was squawking in one of the trees… strangely enough, it was not barking at that great herd of lunatics last night. 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