Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was much better little girl, and when something went trundling off out of here, I did not feel as depressed as I was the day before. Poor Percy was still in when I went down there to the kitchen, and I got a nice cuddle from him before I let him out, though I still could not stay down there and talk with my poor Mum as I was doing before Christmas. I was almost flattened, and snorted at so many times, it is going to be a while before I do that. It was so nice and peaceful, but of course, just over three hours later it all ended when something came crashing through the big scary old door, wanting to be fed with pies that I had bought for my poor Mum. Dopey me, I had to make do with a small piece of blue cheese last evening, I could have had noodles, but I choked on some the other evening. They would have taken too long to get ready anyway, and besides, something was waiting for me to get out of the way. At least Percy and George had a good feed this morning, I gave them both a couple of packets of Molly’s food, let George out with a big lump of ham, gave Percy his usual, and got back up here out of the way. I gave Percy another packet of food when I went back down there to make the coffee, and when I had done that, I had to get out of the way, as something was waiting to go thundering down the hallway like mad old moose. Today is not going to be very nice little girl, as soon as I get down there to the kitchen just before midday, back up here I will have to get, as that odd warthog will be waiting for me to get out of its snorting way. I love you so much Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XXXXX