Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday and the day before were awful little girl, those lunatics over there at the stinking odd swamp have been making as much noise as they possibly can, and that crosseyed idiot was howling at the big old fence the other night. If that was not enough, that blasted gobbling thing has been wanting me out of the way more than ever, every time I dare to go downstairs, there it is, waiting for me to get out of its way. I never thought that I would say it, but it is worse than it was when the old ogre was here. At least when he was here, I could eat four proper meals a week, now all I get is soup, and that is if I do not choke on a slice of mushroom, as I have done twice this week, and a blasted crisp the evening before last. I had to get so much shopping yesterday, I did not have enough room to get myself any ice cream, but I got my poor Mum a couple of chicken and asparagus pies. I thought that seeing as I had that almost £300 of food delivered last week, and had been out and bought another £70 worth of food, there would have been enough in the freezer, but ohhhh no, one of the pies I bought for my poor Mum was grabbed, cooked, and gobbled down yesterday afternoon… and that was another £70 that I spent yesterday. It is just as well I did not get myself any ice cream, or that would have been grabbed and slapped down as well. It reminds me of the time that that fat spoilt coo and the old ogre were stuffing their big fat greedy faces so much, they complained about me eating, when they could have had more, so I stopped so they could have more, and bought some fruit. I came home with a few apples and bananas to last me a few days, but the old ogre found it, brought it into the room I was in with my poor Mum, and gobbled it all down with that chomping thing. It was meant to last me three days, but they walloped it all down in less than half an hour, and that was on top of all that they had shoved down their fat, greedy faces. My poor Mum, my other sister, and dopey me had to sometimes go without so that they could gobble down even more. It has seemed to get worse and worse over the past few weeks little girl, each time I see its big fat spoilt face, I remember the day when it told me that it wished I was dead. I even kept out of its way then, as it would tell the old ogre that I had done something, and he would give me a good beating whilst it sat there grinning like a deranged clown. I have gone on too much again little girl, I was feeling fine this morning, then I had to get out of that blasted things way again, and what with everything else, I started to feel so depressed again. 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