Good morning beautiful Topsy. I am a little late this morning little girl, as I had to go to the barbers to get two months of my odd hair shaved off. I cannot remember much about the day before yesterday, and yesterday is a bit of a blur, but I had to get out of somethings selfish gobbling way so much, I lost count. I did not have to get much shopping, but I still staggered back from town with my backypacky stuffed, and two heavy bags full. There was enough to last humans for about a week, but something else would get through it in a couple of days. I had to get out of somethings selfish fat way so much the day before yesterday, I could not be bothered to get anything to eat in the evening, and it was waiting for me to get out of the way anyway. I had another awful night, and was awake early, and when I got down there to the kitchen, there was another great pile of tins on the side for dopey daft me to take out. I had only taken aboot eight the day before, but there was another pile. I managed to eat my soup last evening, but when I got down there to heat it up, I heard some terrible noises, but could not make out what it was… and then I heard it again, and realised that it was that crosseyed lunatic from over there at the swamp. If that was not bad enough, then the deranged thing managed to escape, and was out there in the stinky odd swamp screaming and squawking. The screams were like nothing I have ever heard except on the telly, deep blood-curdling screams, really potty ones, but thankfully, it was recaptured, and dragged back inside. I could still hear though, and it kept on until they must have injected it with drugs, tied it up, or hit it over the head with something heavy… probably all three, God knows what it is going to be like when it gets older, it was bad enough with the other three, and they were potty enough. When I brought Molly back up here, I got into bed hoping that I would get a good night… but of course I did not, and was up almost as early as I was yesterday. I went and fed Percy and George, and I had put a big basket of nuts out there for the little birds and squirrels yesterday afternoon, but it was so dark, I could not see if they had been to the basket. I let George out with ham, gave Percy his usual, and got back up here out the way. I had ordered more blasted pork last week, as something gobbles down so much to itself, there is none for my poor Mum and little sister. I had ordered a load of loo rolls as well, as something gets through loads of them too. I got a message from the big shoppy place this morning, telling me that they were only sending the pork, as they had no loo rolls, and I had not asked them to send anything different. If I had asked that, I would have probably got £50 worth of flour. I was furious, but tried to calm down and I went downstairs to make my poor Mum her drink. Poor Percy wanted to go out, so I let him out, and saw the big bucket on the ground, and nuts scattered everywhere. Either damian o’nutnut had got into our gardens again last evening, or a fat, greedy, piggy-eyed, pig-eon had sat its huge feathered arse in the basket to stuff its fat greedy face, and that made me even furiouser. Having to get out of somethings way only added to my anger. I calmed doon a lot when I left here, I got my odd heed shaved, then had to get some more shopping, but it was soup for my poor Mum, and I had to get stuff that something else would not grab and gobble down their selfish fat selves. I tried to go into one shop, but it was absolutely packed with spluttering, ignorant odd humans, and I could not find what I wanted anywhere, so I had to find another shop, and went far into the next town. I found somewhere to get my poor Mum some soup, but they did not have scotch broth, so I got four oxtail and four chicken, and got some more noodles. Dopey daft me picked the till where someone had just got in front of me, and were handing in their lottery ticket, and buying about £60 of yucky old stinky cigarettes, and they took absolutely ages. After I had finally got out of there, I headed back here, where of course, I was in somethings way when I got back. I was not going to rush though, I am sick and tired of getting in that back-stabbing, conniving, gobbling, selfish odd things way. I put my poor Mum’s soup away, then opened another bag of nuts, and tied the basket to the tree, without hurting the tree in anyway. As I was just about to come back up here, I just caught the end of a little squirrels tail going around the tree. I turned the kitchen lights off, shut the scary old kitchen door, and got up here out the way. A few minutes later, I heard the delivery bloke out there in the lane, and went back down to answer the big scary old door. Of course, I was in somethings blasted way again, and it had shoved the scary old kitchen door open, and had turned all the lights on again. I do not know if it was licking its big greedy rubbery lips at the thought of shovelling down a couple of those lumps of pork, but when I told my poor Mum, she said that she did not thing there would be any Sunday dinner. I have made my poor Mum and little sister ill with that thing I had, and I know what will happen if my poor Mum says that there will not be any Sunday dinner in front of something. It will stand there for about ten minutes with its great big goofy teeth sticking out, and then say, "but, but what about meeeeeeee," and it will go on and on and on and on until it either gets its own greedy, spoilt way, or my little sister hits it for getting our poor Mum all wound up. Whatever happens little girl, I know that this weekend is going to be terrible with that gobbling thing downstairs, and that deranged thing over there at the stinking odd swamp. 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