Good morning beautiful Topsy. I am sorry for not coming on here yesterday little girl, but I had to go into town, I could not do so the day before because that gobbling great lump had complained about me being in its stinking way. I was by the window in the hallway, by the stairs, and was looking out to see if the rubbish would be taken… I was nowhere near that spoilt coo. I was so angry that I made myself some coffee, and got up here out of its way. I could not have come on here to Charlie and you, as I would have been going on and on about that big lump, it is bad enough this morning, as I am still angry with the blasted great thing. It wanted me out of the way when I got back from town, then just before midday, and then in the late afternoon so it could go and get itself a great pile of whatever and chips… all I could have was some blue cheese last evening. At least I remembered to get Percy and George’s ham I have just heard poor Percy being shoved out, he was probably sat on your chair by the scary old washing machine, and that great lump wanted the seat to stuff its great bags again. I fed poor Percy and George this morning, let George out with a big lump of ham, gave Percy his usual, then got up here out the way before I got flattened. I did give poor Percy another pack of food when I went back down to make the coffee, but I soon had to get out the way. Today and tomorrow are going to be absolutely awful little girl, by tomorrow I shall be so depressed that I might forget to come on here. Since that great lump deliberately made me ill, things have gotten worse and worse… God knows what else it has got in store for me, but when I was a kid, it told me that it wished that I was dead, and it meant it as well. I must have really made it angry when I came out of that coma. I cannot think of anything else to tell you little girl, my dopey head is really hurting, and I just want to lay back. I love you Topsy, and I do miss you little girl. XxX