Good morning beautiful Topsy. Those flat-nosed odd builders were crashing and banging for most of yesterday little girl, even with the big old window closed, I could still hear their annoying noises. At least I was able to give Molly’s tray a good old scrubbing when something eventually went trundling off out, though I did not dare stay down there to talk with my poor Mum and sister as I did the other day, as that really made something angry. After what something did the other day with the scrunching of carrier bags and snorting, I do not know what the blasted odd thing will try next. That evil old ogre would roll a boiled sweet around in his big, black-toothed, rat-infested cakehole, and if that did not work, he would start chomping down apples, even if they were apples that I had bought for myself… he would even chomp down the core of the apple for added annoyance. The racket that he would make sounded like a pig chewing cinders, and my poor Mum, sister, or dopey daft me could not take it, and would have to leave the room, as he was determined to have an argument. He would then sit there with a great big mad grin on his stupid, spoilt, fat face, and then follow us to another room where he would start again… he was lucky that he did not to get a cast-iron frying pan across his big, fat, spoilt head. I cannot think of anything else that happened yesterday afternoon, just the noise from those blasted builders. I cannot even remember if I heard something come crashing through the big scary old door… though it was waiting for me to get out of the way, so that it could have another great feed, when I went down there to the kitchen. I just had enough time to get a drink ready for last evening, then back up here I had to get. I am so fed up with blasted noodles that I could only eat a few forkfuls, and had to throw them away. After being allowed to have Eggs Valerie last week, I would like to have them again, but the doctor would go potty. It was bad enough last time when I told her that I ate about four eggs a day, but that was all I could have, thanks to something wanting me out of the way every time that I dare to go down to the kitchen… though it makes sure that its greedy fat bags are full. I was so tired when I got up here with Molly last night, and got straight into bed, and then she started. I had to get out of bed three times to her, and I do not know what happened after that. I am sure that I had a good night, but I did not want to get up this morning when I opened my eyes five minutes before I used to get up. I did get up though, and thought that I heard George wailing when I opened the big windows. When I got down there and opened the garden door, poor Percy ran in, but there was no George, so I called her. She arrived all wowy and whirry, but would only come half way in, so I had to close the door… there was bound to be a herd of filthy odd stinking flies buzzing around. When the food was ready, George came whirring in, and not only ate her own food, but most of poor Percy’s as well. I did not fancy loosing my arm, so I did not do anything about it. When George went out, I got Percy his usual, threw some ham out for George, then got back up here out of the way. As usual, something was waiting for me to get out of the way when I went back down to make the coffee, and Percy still had a lot of ham on his plate, so I did not have to give him any more. After I had taken my poor Mum’s coffee into her, I went back down to the kitchen to see poor Percy, and got a nice, long, purring cuddle from him, then I had to get up here. That is when the banging and crashing from over the back started, but I put up with the racket until just now. A pointy-faced, bow-legged odd wasp the size of a mini swamp-witching thing tried to get in, so I had to close the window. The blasted things cannot stay away from here, yet evil old swamp-witches can be guzzling down pints of gin and vodka, and be chomping down curried wildebeests in the stinking odd swamp, and they do not get anything around them. 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