Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was not as bad as I thought that it would be, but it was still bad, as that dribbling lunatic kept escaping, waddling over to the big old fence, and throwing things at it as hard as it could… I think that it has the strength of at least three normal lunatics, and being mutated, who knows. Early last night, a herd of of old trollops turned up at the swamp, and started cackling, jabbering, and snorting. It was terrible out there, it was like an old hags convention, and they were at it for ages. After I had been downstairs and brought Molly back up, I got into bed as I was so tired, and had a good night, though I was awake early again this morning. I went down there to fed Percy and George, but as soon as I opened the garden doors, those yapping dogs were let out to bark and jump at the big old fence, and they went on for ages. I did not thing that those mutated lunatics were even up at that time of the morning to let those yapping dogs out. After I had let George out with ham, I gave Percy his saucer of food, then got back up here before I was trampled on. I had to let poor Percy out when I went back down there to the kitchen to make the coffee, as something will be gobbling down more than they usually do today, and poor Percy would be in the chomping way. As usual, something was waiting for me to get out of the way, and when I got up here, I started tapping away to Charlie, and then you. Molly decided that she wanted some biscuits, and just came ploughing across my lap as I was tapping away, and went over there to her saucer for her biscuits. I waited and I waited for her to come back, but she just dithered around, pretending to look for something, and then started snuttering around When she finally jumped onto the bed, I got some biscuits, and started tapping away on here again, but then she decided to be sick… right there in the middle of my bed, I just managed to get her over there by the door on time. There is a lot of clanging and banging out there, but I have not heard any alarms or lunatics yet, and now I can smell somethings huge fried breakfasts being cooked… the smell of those blasted sausages is horrible. 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