Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was a horrible day little girl, with me not even being able to get my soup ready for the evening at midday, as disgusting surprises had been left for me, exactly the same ones as that evil old ogre would leave. When I was able to get back down there to the kitchen in the late afternoon, I had just opened a tin of mushroom soup, when my poor Mum came to tell me that something was waiting for me to get out of the way. When I took the tin out there to the bin, George came up, she came in with me, and I have her some food. When I had finished finely cutting up the blue cheese, I noticed that some cheese was hanging off the end of the knife by a great big, long, filthy odd greasy hair. I could not believe it, I had to throw the cheese away, and carefully cut up some more… I felt ill just at the thought of that blasted hair, and did not know if I could eat anything. By the time that I went back down there last evening, I was starving, so I took a chance, then choked when I had finished. Of course, it did not end there, and as I was drinking my chocolate, there was another blasted hair in my mug as I got half-way. After I had gotten out of the way with Molly last night, she started wailing and crying to go back downstairs, and I thought she would stop after a while, then get into one of her nests… but ohhhhhhhhhh no, not Molly. She kept on and on and on until I had to let her go back down there, and let her into the kitchen. She had a wonder round, then we had to get back up here out of the way again, but she still kept being naughty, and was charging around in here like a miniature donkey. I had another awful night, and could not believe the time when I woke up this morning… I could not have got back to sleep, so I got up and went down there to feed poor Percy and George. I gave them their food, and they ate each others, I let George out with a big lump of ham when she had finished, gave Percy his usual, then got back up here before I got in anythings way. I had to let poor Percy out when I went back down there to make the coffee, but he had had a good feed, which is probably more than I will get today. Something was already waiting for me to get out of the way, so I came up here for Molly, and took my time. I have only just told Charlie that I hoped that it would be a nice quiet day, and I had just about started tapping away to you when some big cakeholed, mutated odd thing over the back there opened their great big mouth. It was so loud, I think that it must have had two great big cakeholes… so there is another beautiful Sunday ruined by snorting, gobbling warthogs, and big cakeholed kids. I love you Topsy, I do love you, and I do miss you, I miss you so much, you beautiful, brave little girl. XXXXX