Good morning beautiful Topsy. That headache got worse yesterday morning little girl, and those yapping dogs did not help, as they kept on until I went downstairs just before midday. At least the big scary old kitchen door was still closed, which meant that poor Percy was still in, but I had to hurry… I managed to get a cuddle from him before I had to let him out. I then had to make the coffee quickly, the get back up here out the way. After a few minutes, dopey daft me realised that I had to do something, and had to go back downstairs, which meant lots of snorting and wild trumpeting from something in the kitchen, that was in mid-feed. At least I could take some more pain relief tablets, when I got back up here, which was just as well, as the barking started again, then some big cakeholing. If that was not enough, a herd of old trollops turned up, cackling and burping, which was all I needed. That deranged lunatic started squawking and screaming, trying to get all the attention that it could… it is times like that when I would have liked for the big old shoppy place to sell sticks of dynamite or hand grenades, a few of them would have come in very handy. I thought that the swamp things were going to have one of their terrible singing, drunken, late-night family orgies… they were still at it last evening when I went downstairs for my soup. Of course, something was waiting for me to get out the way, but at least I did not choke on my soup… which was nice. That fanged lunatic was still running around squawking like a deranged crow when it got dark, and when I went down there for Molly last night, it was so bad, I thought I might loose it. Thankfully, the row from the herd of cackling old trollops suddenly stopped, but that lunatic was still running around screaming as much as it could. As I was about to bring Molly up here, it stopped as well, but I could not hang around, as something was waiting for me to get out the way. I let Molly back down there an hour later, just so I could hear some wild trumpeting, and the thundering of hooves going up the hallway… after I got back up here, I got into bed, and Molly wailed at the door. I had a good nights sleep, though I did not want to get up when I woke up this morning. I fell back to sleep, and overslept by five minutes, but felt much better… as I got out of bed, Molly came to greet me, and I heard George howling out there, as I was late. I gave Percy and George a good feed, gave George a load of ham when I let her out, gave Percy his saucer of food, then got up here before I was flattened. I had to get out the way when I went down to make the coffee, but I got myself some biscuits, and gave Percy more food beforehand. I got up here just in time for the early morning woofing’s, and then the traditional big cakeholing started… and it will probably be like that all day again. There we go, that crosseyed lunatic has just started with its great big, black-toothed, putrid, squawking cakehole. 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