Good morning beautiful Topsy. By some kind of miracle, yesterday was another good day, though poor Percy had been shoved out by the time that I went down there to the kitchen at midday, and the swamp-things started with their drunken jabbering in the very late afternoon. I had to get out of the way quickly at midday, and when I went back down in the late afternoon, I was going to get some mushroom soup ready. I had only been in the kitchen a few seconds, when George came wowing at the garden doors. I let her in, and opened one of those posh, golden, salmony, melting heart in the middle things, and put it on top of some ham that poor Percy was not allowed to finish earlier. She took ages to finish, and by the time she had, I had to get out of the way because something was waiting to shovel down a great big lump of shepherds pie… I had to make do with a small bowl of noodles two hours later, and I was starving. I think that those cackling, bowlegged, drunken old trollops from the stinking old swamp came staggering out around the time that I finished my noodles, it might have been before, I cannot remember. As they gulloped down pint after pint of vodka, the gigantically reared old tarts got louder and louder, and then that inbred mini swamp-witching thing came out with its rotten odd football, and was kicking it at the big old fence as hard as it could. I nearly jumped out of this chair the first time it did it, and it kept on and on and on until I almost lost it. The noise was even worse when I got down there to the kitchen to give Tiddles her food, and it was so bad when I got back up here that I had to close the big window… and even then, I could still hear their stinking big cakeholes. They were still at it after I had got out of the way with Molly last night, and then she decided to start. I do not know when I got into bed, what time I fell asleep, or what kind of night I had, but I am very tired right now. I woke up early this morning, fed Percy and George, and let George out without any ham, as she ate most of the four packets of food. I gave poor Percy another plateful of food, and got up here out the way before I did anything else wrong. Percy had cleared his plate when I went down to make the coffee, and I was in the way again. Something was waiting to come thundering down the hallway, so I took my poor Mum’s coffee into her, cuddled poor Percy because I had accidentally trodden on him, and gave him another packet of food. Just as I had gotten up here out of that spoilt coos way, I heard poor Percy being shoved out… I do hope that he had time to finish his food, but knowing that greedy odd thing as I do, it probably gobbled it all down. I will be on here in the morning little girl, as I have to keep an eye on the new cardboard and paper bin in case some thieving, inbred, flat-nosed, bucktoothed, knock-kneed, black-toothed, bow-legged odd thing nicks it as they did the old one. No one else can be bothered to keep an eye on it, so dopey daft me has to… which will lead to moaning’s, muttering’s, raised voices, and chuntering’s from something wanting to go thundering down the hallway. I dread to think what that stinking inbreeds from the stinking odd swamp are going to do today little girl, but I do not think that it is going to be quiet. As one thing stops, another one starts… if today is nice and quiet, I will run up and down the lane wearing nothing more than a saucepan lid. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XxX