Good morning beautiful Topsy. I have only just realised that I did not come on here to little you yesterday little girl, I am sorry, but I do have a good excuse… something has made my poor Mum, my little sister, and dopey daft me ill with its selfishness. We all feel absolutely terrible, but it has not even apologised to my poor Mum and little sister, the only thing that it has said is that it feels ill as well, and it knew that it would get the blame. That is exactly what that evil old ogre would say when he made us ill… he would march around the house, coughing his filthy odd poisonous germs everywhere, and not even bother to put his hand over his great big black-toothed cakehole. He made my poor Mum and dopey daft me seriously ill at different times, and was not the least bit sorry, mine turned into pneumonia, I had never felt so ill before… and my poor Mum almost got it as well. If the doctor had not got here as quickly as they did, my poor Mum would have got it, and he was not bothered about it at all. I cannot eat anything, I only ate two lots of noodles last week, and last night, I had trouble eating one biscuit. Even though I am terribly tired, I am not sleeping much, I wake up very, very early, and cannot get back to sleep, no matter how much I try… right now, I feel absolutely shattered, as I have had about twelve hours sleep over the weekend. Now the troublemaking odd thing is trying to get an argument with my little sister, and it is going to go out of its way to try and get one… that evil old ogre was exactly the same, he was not happy unless he got an argument out of us when he had made us ill. I cannot think of much else to say little girl, I feel horrible and yucky. I love you and I miss you Topsy, sorry little girl. XXXXX