Good morning beautiful Topsy. I feel so awful, I almost forgot to come on here to little you this morning. It is bad enough that I have made my poor Mum ill, but now my other sister has it as well, and she is absolutely furious… but I do not know if she is furious at my poor Mum, dopey daft me, or both of us. Either way, I know that I am even more unwelcome downstairs than I am with that none-stop gobbling, snorting odd thing. I managed to have some mushroom and blue cheese soup last evening without choking, so that was dopey daft me being able to eat twice in six days, not six times in one day like some. I hoped that having a kind of full-ish stomach would allow me to have a good nights sleep, but of course, it did not… I was awake early again this morning. It was hopeless trying to get back off to sleep, so I got up, and went downstairs to feed Percy and George. I gave them both a good feed, let George out with a big lump of ham, gave Percy a saucer of ham and salmon, then got back up here out of the way before I was ignorantly barged out of the way. Something was waiting for me to get out the way when I went back downstairs to make the coffee, and when I went into the kitchen, poor Percy was crying loudly to go out. I let him out, then got back up here out the way as quickly as I could. Just as I got in here, it sounded like a herd of elephants were thundering down the hallway, with trumpeting, snorting, and everything… the same thing will most probably be happening at midday as well. More stuff that I had bought had been grabbed from the fridge and gobbled down, and another great big bottle of milk had been guzzled down, and the empty bottle just left there in the fridge, the second in just two days. It is being gulluped down as soon as I buy it, and it is going so quickly, I have not even been able to have any tea. I go to make some tea, but the bottle will be half empty, and I do not want to be moaned at for using it, so I go for coffee instead. I had nearly forty tins of cream delivered last week, and nearly half of them have already gone. There is a lot of crashing and smashing coming from down there in the kitchen, and I can hear the big oven door being slammed. It is being slammed as hard as possible, along with the fridge door, I have not long paid almost £1,000 for that fridge, and if it is not being raided for the little bit of stuff that I buy my dopey daft self, the door is being slammed shut as hard as possible. I was even being knocked at the other evening about how nice my noodles smelt, so I will probably have to hand over some of them soon, or they will just be grabbed and gobbled down. It sounds as if my other sister is in an even furiouser mood than she was last night, I thought her buying herself a new one of those playstation thingies, that I had to write a cheque for, would have cheered her up, but no. I feel so depressed that I cannot think of anything else to tell you little girl, maybe, by some huge miracle, I will feel a bit better tomorrow… but I doubt that very much indeed. 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