Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was absolutely terrible little girl, as that deranged barnpot went even pottier than it usually is, and was squawking and screaming at the big old fence as loudly, and as madly as it could. It was not long before another whole herd of inbreds turned up, with a load of three-armed, inside-out-mouthed, crosseyed, dribbly-chinned, long-tailed mini lunatics, and a big pile of wide-legged, bucktoothed old trollops. I did not think that the blasted things could make any more noise, but of course, the deranged ratbags managed to do so, and that was before midday. Poor Percy was still in when I went down there to the kitchen just before midday, and because something was waiting for me to get out the way, I was expected to hurry up… but I did not. I had a nice long cuddle from poor Percy before I let him out, then I slowly got the coffee ready. When I had done that, I changed the dressing on my odd manky finger, which I was dreading, but it was not as bad as I thought it would be. When I had done that, I slowly made the coffee, and when I took my poor Mum’s coffee into one of the rooms for her, there was something snorting away like an old bull with its dangly bits caught in some barbed wire. Up here I had to get, and it was thundering down the hallway, and out of here just as I sat down. That is when things started to get even worse over there at the stinking odd swamp. The dogs were being teased to bark, a dog over the back there joined in, and their blasted smoke alarm went off so many times, I forgot how many. When the dogs were taken inside, that stinking lunatic came to the big old fence, and started squawking and screaming as loudly as its genetically modified, inbred, mutated lungs would allow it, and it went on for ages. I cannot bare seeing animals or humans hurt, but I would have no problem if something happened to the whole lot of them, especially that big mouthed lunatic. I had decided that I was going to have egg salad rolls last evening, the eggs were ready when I went down there to the kitchen late yesterday afternoon, and all I had to do was get the salad chopped up. But of course, something was waiting for me to get out of the gobbling, chomping way. The noise had got even worse over there at bedlam, and when I got back up here, I had to turn the sound right up on the telly, but those lunatics just got louder and louder. By the time that I went down there for my rolls last evening, a full family orgy had erupted, with that evil old queen swamp-witch cackling away in the middle of it all. Something was waiting for me to get out the way, so I was back up here quicker than usual, and I choked on my first mouthful. I tried again, but I just kept choking, and ended up throwing everything away, I had not even got half-way through a roll… though something else would have had no trouble swallowing both rolls together, and then still look around for more. When I went down there to see if Molly was okay, the swamp things, and all the other freaks that had been shipped in, started screaming, shouting, cheering, and bellowing, I think that it was some kind of inbred mutated wedding. A brother and sister had probably just tied the knot, and that is what the cheering was about, and then it started getting louder. When I went down there for Molly last night, it had got worse, I let Molly back downstairs about an hour later, and some old trollops were wailing away in terrible pain, then I realised that they were trying to sing… George howls better on a morning. That is when some drunken idiot decided to start playing their terribly awful bongo music. When I got back up here with Molly, that red-eyed lunatic was squawking away at the big old fence with a herd of equally deranged morons, and everything got so loud, I just had to quietly close the big window. I could still hear their squawking’s though, so I shoved those waxy earoley things in, but even then, I could still hear the maladjusted idiots. I just laid on the bed reading, and have no idea when I fell asleep, but I was awake early yet again. I fed Percy and George, let George out with ham, gave Percy his saucer of food, then got up here out the way… just in time for some swamping relatives to be let out to bark and jump at the big old fence. I had to let poor Percy out when I went down to make the coffee, as something was looking forward to huge breakfasts. I had to get the bacon and sausages the other day, a whole pack of fourteen slices of bacon, and twelve sausages will be gone. There will also be two tubs of mushrooms gobbled down, and probably the rest of those eggs that I bought for myself the other day. I only had three last evening, not much for a dinner, and I could not even eat them. I love toy Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX