Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was not as bad as I thought that it would be, though I have just remembered getting very angry about there being nothing to watch on the telly. In a normal house I could have gone out, but I did not want to chance it, in case my sister started bellowing at my poor Mum… even when my poor Mum asks her to dress her legs for her, she will go off, as it interrupts valuable game playing time. I still had to get out of the way each time that I went downstairs, but at least poor Percy was still in when I was allowed down there for a few minutes at midday. George came crying at the garden doors last evening whilst I was getting a small bowl of noodles ready, so I gave her the ham that poor Percy had left. After I had to get out of the way with Molly last night, I sat here for a while before getting into bed… I hoped to have a lay in this mornings. Big surprises though, as I was awake very, very early, but managed to get back to sleep, only to wake up half an hour before I got up yesterday. I laid there for a while, then got up, was greeted by Molly, and I staggered off down there to feed Percy and George. Poor Percy ran in as soon as I opened the garden doors, but I had to call George, who came galloping in about a minute later. I gave them both a good feed, but I cannot remember if George ate it all. I am so tired that it is a wonder I can remember anything, though I let George out with a big lump of ham, gave poor Percy his usual, then got back up here out of the way. I had to hurry up when I went back down to make the coffee, and I had to let poor Percy out as well, as it is gobbling more than ever day. He did not want to go, and just wanted to stay curled up by the fridge, but large, hairy, greedy fat lumps want their huge fried breakfasts. After I let poor Percy out, I came up here for Molly, who I knew would want to stay down there for a while, and would just might cause some wild trumpeting. To my glee, Molly found an old peg under Charlie’s chair by the fridge, and chased it around the kitchen. I was down there in the kitchen for about forty minutes, and when I took my poor Mum’s coffee in to her, something was stuck there looking like a constipated old walrus, waiting for me to get out of the way. As I came up the stairs, Molly was looking out of the landing windows, and as I got onto the landing, she jumped down, and ran back downstairs. I was waiting to hear the wild trumpeting, and large feet stomping around the room, but thankfully, I did not. Molly slithered along to the big scary old door on her belly, flew off up the hallway, up the stairs, and into here. At least I had a laugh, Molly had made me smile, and I keep thinking of her going along on her belly. 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