Good morning beautiful Topsy. I was waiting for something to go trundling off out yesterday morning so that I could go and collect some ointment and tablets for my poor Mum. However, that blasted thing knew that I was waiting, and it kept me waiting for as long as it possibly could before it went waddling off to work. The next three hours were much better, but when it had come crashing through the big scary old door, everything was absolutely dreadful. Just after I had eaten my noodles last evening, it started an argument with my other sister… it has been after an argument for weeks now, and last evening, it finally got its own spoilt way. All of a sudden, it let out the same terrible blood curdling scream as it did last year when it started an argument the day after Mother’s Day, as it had come unstuck, and was thumped by my sister. The squawking were absolutely awful little girl. I was not going to interfere, not after what it said to me last year when I pulled my sister off of her, I could not care less what happened to her, but I was worried about my poor Mum. She looked absolutely terrified when I eventually got down there, I could not get down there any quicker, as something was blocking the stairs. I stayed down there as long as I could, but when something came barging into the room, I had to get out of the way. I do not know what kind of night I had, I was awake very early this morning, it was pointless trying to get back off to sleep, so I got up. I fed poor Percy and George, let George out with ham when she had finished, gave Percy his usual, then got back up here before I caused any problems. I was going to go into town if the rubbish blokes had got here as early as they had the other week, but they did not get here early, they arrived even later than they used to. By the time they got here, I would have finished the shopping, and be staggering back here with more bags of food to be grabbed and gobbled down something, but I am having to go into town tomorrow after all. I am dreading how today is going to be little girl, that spoilt, deranged odd thing has finally gotten all of its own way, and got the argument that it has been after for weeks now, but I know from old, that it is already planning the next one. I will be back on here to Charlie and you the day after tomorrow little girl. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XxX