Good morning beautiful Topsy. For some strange reason, things were different yesterday, and I did not feel as depressed as I usually do, though that had all changed by the evening. I was very tired after I had brought Molly up here last night, and got into bed, hoping for a good sleep. Of course, that did not happen, and I woke up so many times that I lost count, and I was awake early this morning… it was so early, Molly was still curled up asleep in this chair. I fed Percy and George, let George out with a big lump of ham, gave Percy his usual, then got back up here before I caused any trouble. I had to let poor Percy out when I went back down there to make the coffee, then get out of the way again, as it is the day where even more food is grabbed and shovelled down than usual. Thankfully, he wanted to go out, so I did not feel as guilty as I usually do when I have to put him out… it was a bit warmer than usual as well. I came back up here for Molly, but we soon had to get out of the way, though the little birds chirping out there soon cheered me up. However, even that has been ruined by a big-mouthed squawking thing from over there at that big shouty house… the only birds out there now will be those big fat, greedy, selfish, beady-eyed cooing wood-pig-eons. I only filled the big basket two days ago, but the scavenging odd things will have gobbled them all down by now. Some one-eyed, bustling, pipe-smoking, one-toothed odd humanish kind of thing has just told her big-mouthed thing to shut its row, but I do not know how long it will stay quiet for. It looks as if today is going to be another awful day little girl, in here, as well as out there. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XxXxX