Good morning beautiful Topsy. I am still feeling horrible little girl, but something is gobbling away like anything, in six days I have eaten a few forkfuls of noodles, and one biscuit. I cannot even have a bowl of soup, as there is a great big pile of empty tins in the kitchen, just left there for dopey daft me to take out there to the bins, and I am not going out there until I have to, which will be tomorrow. A big pile of somethings rubbish will be just left there for me to take out. All someone had to do was open the garden doors, and take the tins out, but no, just leave it for odd dopey chops me, and it is going to be below freezing tomorrow morning. I am not going into town, so if something is rubbing its hooves together, and licking the back of its odd hairy neck at the thought of me bringing back another great pile of food for it to gobble down, it is in for a very big shock. It has already had one of its turns this morning. It bellowed out very loudly that it had had enough of something, and slammed a door as hard as it could, and the blasted thing knew that I have a rotten odd headache, as I mentioned it to my poor Mum yesterday. What the blasted odd thing has spluttered all over me is the same thing that I had three months ago, and I picked that up in the big shoppy place, but this time is has been filtered through that thing, which makes it four times as bad. I am having terrible trouble tapping things out to Charlie and you this morning little girl, I cannot sit forward for long, as my back hurts so much. I cannot go on for much longer. I love you Topsy, and I miss you little girl. XXXXX