Good morning beautiful Topsy. I was starving when I got down there to the kitchen just before midday yesterday little girl, but already, something was waiting for me to get out of the way again. Not happy enough with the two great feeds that it had already had, it was now waiting for me to get out of the way so that it could go trundling off to the chip shop to get great big bags of chips to shovel down. I did not hurry though, and took my time making the coffee. When I went back down there late yesterday afternoon, just slung down there by the garden doors, was a big pile of greasy chip papers, left there for dopey daft me to take out to the bins… the amount of rubbish that blasted thing makes is awful, and it is just left there by the doors. Of course, yet again, it was waiting for me to get out the way so more food could be gobbled down, and seeing as I wanted noodles in the evening, I got back up here. When I got down there last evening, yet again I had to hurry up and get out the way. I did not feel as hungry as I had, but I made some noodles as quickly as I could, then I got back up here with them, but could not eat them all. There was a lot of row out there in the swamp when I went to bring Molly up here last night, and it was a herd of swamp things jabbering away, and by the sound of it, guzzling down loads of moonshine. I got into bed when I got up here with Molly, it was late, I was tired, and I just about remember laying my head down. As usual, I was soon awake again, and I still do not know what kind of night I had, but I did not want to get up when I woke up ten minutes early this morning. I did though, as poor Percy and George were waiting… George was already howling at the garden doors as I was getting the food ready, and came barging in first when I opened them. When George had finished, I let her out with ham, got Percy his stuff, then got back up here before I got in anythings way. When I went back down there to make coffee, Percy wanted to go out, and that is when I saw the basket on the ground again, and nuts scattered everywhere. I did not get angry again, I just made the coffee, got myself some biscuits, and took my poor Mum’s coffee into one of the rooms for her. Of course, as I spoke to my poor Mum, something started snorting louder and louder, like a deranged steam train trying to pull away, but could not because it was so heavy. I had to get out of the way before the old boiler burst, and up here I got with Molly, just in time for the swamp dogs to be let out to bark and jump at the big old fence. Another weekend of snorting, barging, being in the way, and annoying yapping’s little girl. If I am lucky, a certain crosseyed, bucktoothed, deranged, red-eyed, squawking lunatic might escape again, and start squawking and screaming at the big old fence as well. 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