Good morning beautiful Topsy. I felt horrible again yesterday little girl, not as bad as last week, but still all achey and spluttery. All I want to do is sleep, that infectious coo has really messed me up, and I wonder how it would be if I had made it as ill as it has made me… it would hate me more than it already does. My poor Mum has been having to hand over loads of money to it so it could go to the chip shop nearly every afternoon for huge gobbling’s. It had made my poor Mum and little sister so ill, they could not cook for the gobbling odd thing… it is only qualified to make soup in a mug, and crisp sandwiches, which would have done any normal human being, but that thing is not quite that. I have to go into town tomorrow, as I had to do last week, to get pies and chips, and loads more stuff for it to grab and shovel down, as it will not do so, even though it goes trundling that way to work, where it gobbles even more down. I am dreading tomorrow, as I will have to get up early to take all of its odd rubbish and bottles out to the bins, and then it will be waiting for me to get out of its snorting way when I get back from town so it can go wallowing in the bathroom. When it was shovelling down pies, chickens, or fishes and chips, it waited for me to go downstairs in the late afternoon, and then would be waiting for me to get out of its way so it could go for gobbling’s. I was only down there for a few minutes. Still, I should be grateful that it did not come slithering up the stairs just before I was allowed down there, and cough, hack, and splutter right outside my door, as that evil old ogre used to do. I should be back on here the day after tomorrow little girl, but if I am not, I will not be too good. I love you so much Topsy, and I miss you so much too little girl.