Good mornings beautiful TopTops. Poor Percy was still in when I went into the kitchen the day before yesterday, so I had a nice cuddle from him before I had to let him out. I came up here for Molly, and as I was making my poor Mum’s coffee, George came crying at the garden doors. I put Molly in the bathroom, and let George in for something to eat. I gave her the ham that Percy had left with some of that posh food in a golden tin… and she took ages to eat it. She usually demolishes a plateful of food quickly, and I had to look to see if she was somehow wearing a bib, and using a fork and knife, but she was just eating slowly. When George had finished, I had to let her out, take my Mum’s coffee in to her, and then get back up here, as my sister was waiting for me to get out the way. Just as I got in here, someone over the back there started cutting down poor trees, and I could not stand the noise of the odd saw. I had to close the big window, and about an hour later opened it again. The horrible sawing had stopped, but another noise had taken its place, the noise of cackling, pot-bellied, knock-kneed, drunken old trollops. I do not usually hear the grizzly old trouts, but they were being noisier than ever, so I had to close the window again. Even with the windows closed, I could still hear some loud cakeholes out there in the lane, and it just got louder. I then realised that it was old teapot faces dopey odd bloke from up the lane, and he was laughing, but it was laughing like nothing else I have ever heard, and sounded more like a moose that had sat on a sharp stone. Thankfully, he soon staggered off, but then something came crashing through the big scary old door, and more great big cakeholing started. I have not had so much noise in a long time, and was glad when it quietened down. I was hoping that I could have had a good nights sleep, and fell asleep quickly, but was soon awake again, and I kept waking up, was awake very, very early, and could not get back to sleep. When I got down there to the kitchen, something had left a great bag of rubbish, and two bags of gulluped down bottles in the middle of the kitchen for dopey daft me to take out there to the bins. When I opened the garden doors, poor Percy ran in, but George was not there. She did not turn up until I had taken the bottles to the front of the house, I gave them both a good feed, let George out when she had finished, and gave poor Percy some more food. Just before I left to go into town, Percy wanted to go out, but at least he was not shoved out just after I had gone. The big old shoppy place was nice and quiet, and I was back here early, but of course, something was waiting for me to get out the way. It was the same at midday as well, but I managed to stay downstairs for a couple of hours in the afternoon, before having to get back up here again. Molly was in one of her moods again last night, and started her antics as soon as I got into bed, I had another restless night, and did not want to get up when I woke up this morning ten minutes early. I did though, and staggered off down there to feed Percy and George, and George dithered around as usual. They both had a good feed, I let George out with ham, gave Percy his usual, then got up here out the way. I had to get out of the way quickly when I made the coffee, as something was waiting, but I managed to get up here with a few biscuits. I hoped we would be having a nice quiet day, but I have already heard great big, toothless, drunken cakeholes out there, so it will be just like any another day. I love you Topsy, and I miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful, brave little girl. XXXXX