Good morning beautiful Topsy. The day before yesterday was so much better than the day before little girl, with something not here to keep charging in and out of the room I was in, I was talking with my poor Mum and my little sister for almost three hours. All of a sudden, I got a horrible feeling, I went and got Molly from the kitchen, and had just got back up here when through the big scary old door something came a-crashing. I cannot remember if I heard any wild trumpeting, or snorting, but I can remember that I was glad that I had managed to get back up here safely with Molly… that odd thing detests me being down there, it is worse than the evil old ogre was with me. When I went back down to the kitchen in the late afternoon, it was waiting for me to get out the way so it could go trundling back out to get a big pile of chickens and chips, so I had to get back up here. When I went back down in the evening, it was waiting to come thundering down the hallway, I had just enough time to get some noodles ready, then back up here I had to get… and I choked on the noodles. After I had been down for Molly, and then had to get out the way again, I got into bed, hoping for a good nights sleep. I cannot remember if I did, but I can remember waking up two hours before I usually get up, and I could not get back to sleep. I got up, went downstairs, and when I got into the kitchen, I opened the garden doors. Poor Percy came running in, and I called for George as I took somethings rubbish out there. I called George so many times, but she did not come along until I went to wash my hands, and when I came back, she was howling at the doors. I gave them both a good feed, let George out with ham, gave poor Percy his usual saucer of food, then got out of the way. Percy wanted to go out when I went back down there to make my poor Mum her coffee, and when I took that in to her, there was something waiting for me to get out the way. That is when I left to go into town, and it was such a beautiful, cold morning, all I wore was a hoodie thingy, as thanks to the evil old ogre, who beat me and made me stay in my room when I was a kid when that odd thing deliberately caused all sorts of trouble, I am used to the cold. Of course, I forgot a load of things, and I was meant to go out again when I got back, but I forgot about that too… which was just as well, as I spent almost £114 in the big shoppy place. I spent another couple of hours talking with my poor Mum and little sister in the afternoon, but I had to get out of the way in the end, as something was getting all wild and cantankerous. As usual, I had to get out of the way in late afternoon, as something was waiting to be fed. Noodles again I had in the evening, and again choking I did, which was not a big surprise… I was so hungry at midday when I made the coffee, I had some biscuits, which I had also choked on. When I had gotten out the way with Molly last night, I got into bed, but I do not know if I had a good night, and was awake about an hour early this morning. I got down there to the kitchen quickly, opened the garden doors, and poor Percy came in, then so did George. I gave them both a good feed, gave them their usuals, then got back up here oot the way before I caused any more trouble with something. Percy wanted to go out when I went back down to make the coffee, and of course, something was waiting for me to get out of its bucktoothed way, but I came up here for Molly. I took as long as I could without causing any wild snorting, trumpeting, or solid oaky doors to be charged down, then got up here out the way. I have managed to eat some biscuits this morning without choking’s, and I am hoping to be allowed to eat a couple of fishy cakey thingies this evening. I have just remembered buying them yesterday, and I had wanted to eat the, last evening, but did not have the time to cook them. At one time, had I left them in the fridge, they would have been seen, grabbed, cooked, then gobbled down for a blasted ‘snack’ between ‘snacks.’ I hate that word, the evil old ogre was always using it as an excuse to gobble something down… it is probably why I hate the word so much little girl. I am now waiting for something to go trundling off out so that Molly’s tray can get a good scrubbing, I should have done it the other day, but I forgot, I wonder what will happen today to stop me. 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