Good morning beautiful Topsy. Seeing as something went trundling off to work, which just means jabbering and gobbling, yesterday afternoon should have been a much nicer… but of course, it was not. It was my sisters birthday, and she really had the hump, she was not grateful for the £100 she got from my poor Mum and me, and she just said that she had been looking forward to a nice meal, which confused us, as we knew nothing about it. Usually there is a lot of knocking, and hints are dropped all over the place, but my poor Mum and me did not have a clue about a nice meal. I have not had a decent meal in three years, just noodles, quiche, soup, or egg salad rolls, and I cannot even have them anymore, but I do not take it out on my poor Mum. I cannot have a decent meal because something else wants me out of the way as soon as I get down there to the kitchen, I am lucky to get anything. If there was just enough food left in this house for one, it would be grabbed and gobbled down without any thought about my poor Mum, and that is exactly how that evil old ogre was. I could not set up the new phone, or finish setting up the new connectioning thingy that I started on a week ago, and I was moaned at about that. Yesterday was one of the worst days for humpeting that we have had for a long time… and now I am even more depressed than ever. I kept out of the way even more than I have to when something is here, and I did not dare go out, just in case she started on our poor Mum, who is as depressed with everything as I am. After I was allowed down there just long enough to get sone noodles ready last evening, I was sat here, and could hear some big cakeholed kid jabbering away as if it had guzzled down a couple of bags of sugar. It just got louder and crazier until I realised what it was. It was that inbred, crosseyed, bucktoothed, moronic, fork-tongued mini swamp-witching thing… I am sure that it is its own brother or something. If that was not bad enough, when I went down there to the kitchen to get Tiddles her food last night, a herd of drunken, cackling, evil old slappering witches were out there grazing at the stinking odd swamp. After I had to get out of the way with Molly last night, she decided to start with her antics again. As soon as we got in here, she flew across the bed, and shot up the net curtains… then just as I was going to get into bed, she started with her wowing and howling, then ran around the room like a deranged cart-horse. I had to wait until she had calmed down before I got into bed, and even then she was still starting. I think I woke up a couple of times in the night, and was awake earlier than I was yesterday. I fed Percy and George, let George out with ham, and gave poor Percy his usual before getting up here out of the way. I had to get out of the way when I went back down to make the coffee, but managed to give Percy another packet of food before I got back up here. I am so hoping that it will be all nice and happy when I go down there just before midday, but I have got more chance with having a girl smile at me… and that would only happen if she had wind. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX