Good morning beautiful Topsy. Another odd wasp was buzzing around the big window yesterday morning, so I had to close it, which was just as well. That house over the back there, which is never finished, had more loud noises coming from it, how they can get away with it I do not know. Then again, look at what those big fat old trollops over there at the stinking old swamp get away with… anywhere else, and they would have gotten a fine by now, or been evicted. My sister had got up with the hump yesterday morning, and taken it out on my poor Mum, she looked so upset when I saw her just before midday… and then she told me that something was waiting for me to get out of the way. I was not going to rush for the spoilt gobbling coo though, and spent about half an hour talking with my poor Mum. In a normal house I would be able to do that in one of the rooms, but of course, this is not a normal house. I have to stay up here because something does not want me downstairs, it never has done, and always made sure that the evil old ogre would give me a good beating and send me to my room when it wanted me out the way. I cannot remember anything about yesterday afternoon, just going down there, and having to get out of the way again, as something was waiting to have a great big feed… I had to make do with noodles again last evening. When I had to get out of the way again last night with Molly, I was so tired, I just got into bed without bothering with Molly’s usual antics. I think I had a good night, and was up just five minutes early this morning. George was crying at the garden doors when I got down there, and came barging in as soon as I opened them. I gave them two packets of food each, but George ate most of the food, so I had to make poor Percy his usual when I had let George out. I threw some ham out for George, gave Percy his food, then got back up here out of the way. Something was stuck there with its great arms folded and waiting for me to get out the way when I took my poor Mum’s coffee into her, but I was not going to get out of its snorting, gobbling, barging, spoilt, buck-toothed way that quickly. I went back down to the kitchen to see poor Percy, and gave him another packet of food before I got back up here. Those blasted noisy builders are back over the back there, and are making as much noise as they can, and now a big old dog has started barking, and old teapot faces dopey bloke is laughing away like a deranged clown. All we need now is for that twisty-faced lunatic to escape into the stinking old swamp… another day of loud noises little girl, but at least I will get a three hour break from the abominable snow thingy. I love you Topsy, and I do miss you little girl. XxX