Good morning beautiful Topsy. Poor Percy was in the kitchen when I was allowed down there yesterday after something went trundling off to work… but I still had to get out of the way quickly. Percy’s leg had stopped bleeding, and I had to let him out, then get out of the way after I had made my poor Mum her coffee. My sister was in a fowl mood, as she had to stop playing that blasted video game for a while to do something for our poor Mum. That screaming lunatic from over there at the stinking odd swamp started with its looniness an hour after midday, it got to the big old fence, opened its great big rubbery cakehole, and screamed so loudly and madly, I almost fell out of this chair. I could not get to the big window quickly enough, and cannot remember if I said anything, but I know that a herd of drunken, wide-arsed, bow-legged, thunder-thighed old trollops were egging it on. I just kept out the way, and only went back down there one more time, and I still managed to somehow get in my sisters way again… I would swear that she was waiting for me to come down there. I cannot remember hearing any loud crashing sounds when something came through the big scary old door yesterday afternoon, but there it was, waiting for me to get out of the way when I went down there to the kitchen late yesterday afternoon. By the time that I went back down there last evening, I was starving, and had a cheese and onion quiche. I was still hungry when I had finished, even though the small quiche that I had was meant for four odd humans. That evil old ogre would call me a greedy little pig when I asked for food when I was a kid, and I would be starving before I dared to ask, but I cannot see how that small quiche is enough for four odd humans. The big old shoppy place must have printed it wrong on the boxes. After I had to get out of the way last night with Molly, I did not get into bed until much later, and my dopey daft head did not hit the pillows even later, but I was still awake earlier this morning than I was yesterday. When I got down there to the kitchen, I opened the garden doors, and poor Percy came running in with George right behind him, and I gave them their food. While I was washing my hands in the bathroom, George must have eaten the lot, I was not in there long, and poor Percy does not eat so quickly. I let George out, gave poor Percy his usual, and got out of the way before I did anything else wrong… I caused some trumpeting and snorting by going back down there last night when I should not have. I went back down there earlier than I usually do to make the coffee, and something was still waiting for me to get out of the way. After I had taken my poor Mum’s coffee into her, I gave poor Percy another packet of food, then got out of the way before I was run down by something wide, heavy, and hairy. I am hoping that this afternoon will not be as it was yesterday, but I have more chance of a girl smiling at me right now, than I have from that blasted thing from the swamp being quiet. 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