Good morning beautiful Topsy. I could not open the big window again yesterday little girl, as some wide, goofy, knock-kneed old trollop from the stinking old swamp, decided to play its awful music as loud as it could. It was truly awful, whoever sung that stuff in the first place should have a fish-hook shoved through their nose, and a fishing-rod shoved somewhere else. I had to get out of somethings way at midday yesterday, as it was waiting to go out. When something finally went trundling off, I went back down there, and as I got level with the cupboard door in the hallway, it came crashing through the big scary old door. It came through with such force, it made me jump, and I caught my thumb on the lock on the cupboard door. With dopey me being a bleeder, there was blood everywhere, and back up here I had to get as it came charging up the hallway, as I did not fancy being flattened. I had wanted to get Molly’s tray scrubbed, but something made sure that I could not do that, it was too late when I went back down there, as I would have been in my sisters way, so I shall have to try again in the morning. When I was allowed back down there late yesterday afternoon, I had to get out of the way quickly again, as this time, something was waiting to be fed. I had to get out of the way last evening as well, and just had long enough to make noodles. I had to get out of the way quickly when I went back down there for Molly last night as well, and by the time that I got up here, I was wound up and very tired. Of course, Molly was not going to let me get off to sleep, she waited until I got on the bed, and then jumped onto the tv table, and onto the side, why she has started doing this on a night, I do not know. After Molly had gotten her own way, I sunk into the pillows, and had a good nights sleep. When I woke up this morning, I thought that it was going to be half an hour early, but when I saw the time, I had overslept by fifteen minutes. When I got down there to the kitchen, I opened the garden doors, and poor Percy ran in… George dithered around as usual, but came in before I had her food ready. I had to was my hands in the bathroom, but I am sure that George ate poor Percy’s food as well as her own, so I let her out, and gave Percy a golden tin of salmon. I got back up here out of the way before I was flattened, but when I went back down there, I had to let poor Percy out. It is chompy, gulpy, slapping, belching, gobbling, gnawing, huge fried breakfast day again, and something just sits there, knife and fork in hand, waiting on my sister to serve up a huge feed… that is something I would not do. The gobbling coo despises the two of us more than the evil old ogre did, but still expects to be waited on hand and foot. It has stayed nice and quiet so far this morning, all I have heard are the little birds, but it is just about coming up to the time that it was yesterday when the swamp-things started. Perhaps they are splothered all over their sawdust covered floor, surrounded by empty vodka and gin bottles, and that deranged thing is still chained up in the cellar. If so, today should be a nice quiet day, but I doubt very much that will happen, I will give it until midday. I love you Topsy, and I miss you little girl. XxX