Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was another coughy, spluttery day little girl, and I cannot remember much about it… except for something rather large, and rather heavy trying to cause as much trouble as it could, the spoilt coo. I felt so horrible, I did not have any soup last evening, and all I wanted to do was get into bed when I brought Molly up here last night. I could not even do that though, and had to wait until around the same time. I think that I had a better night, but was still coughing and spluttering, and I woke up half an hour early. It was pointless trying to get back to sleep, so I got up, and went down there to the kitchen to feed Percy and George. I gave them a good feed, let George out with a load of ham, gave Percy a saucer of ham and salmon, then got back up here out the way. I had to get out of the way quickly when I went back down there to make the coffee, but managed to feed Percy again. I was hoping that I would not have to go into town tomorrow to buy more food to be gobbled down by just one thing. But it looks as if I will have to, even though twenty pork chops, and a load of bags of chips were delivered last week, as if something does not get a good feed three times a day, there will be arguments… and it is after one. It tried with my little sister yesterday morning, and with dopey daft me last night, and does not seem to care that our poor Mum has been ill. It went trundling off out much earlier than usual yesterday morning, and said to poor Mum, ‘by the way, I want toast when I get back,’ not a please, or a thank you… just thinking about its selfish self, the same as a certain evil old ogre. If only it would go away, I am not asking for long, just a few years, things would be so much better. I love you Topsy, and I miss you, I miss you so much little girl. XXXXX