Good morning’s beautiful Topsy. Dopey daft me thought that yesterday afternoon just might have been nice, but of course, it was not. That deranged, crosseyed, dribbling, flat-nosed, three-armed, sewn-together, barrel-legged lunatic was wheeled out into the stinking old swamp, unstrapped, and let loose… and the noise from it and those pot-bellied old swamp trolls was awful. It was like something out of a horror film, but all the noises and squelches were real. It started a little while before I went down there to the kitchen late yesterday afternoon, and I had bern hoping that Percy and George would come crying at the garden doors. They must have run off somewhere to hide though, as the squawking and the screaming was awful… the grunting, screeching, and bellowing from the swamp trolls only made it worse. It did go quieter for a while, but as it got to the late evening, a herd of long-horned, bow-legged old trollops came staggering out. They had brought their big cakeholes with them, and the row just got louder and louder. When I got up here out of the way with Molly last night, they were still wailing and howling, and I had to shut the window, it was hot, but I would have rather been hot than had to put up with their howling’s. If that was not enough, Molly waited for me to get into bed, then went to the door and started crying, then jumped on the table where the telly is, so I had to get out of bed. She went galloping off somewhere, so I sat here for a while until I was almost falling out, I was so tired, and got back into bed. I do not know what kind of night I had, but I certainly did not want to get out of bed when I woke up an hour and a half before I used to get up. I managed to get back to sleep, but woke up again half an hour before I used to get up, but I was still severely knackered. I managed to get back to sleep, then woke up a few minutes early. I still did not want to get up, but poor Percy and George were waiting, so I went down there to the kitchen to feed them. Percy came in as soon as I opened the garden doors, but George decided to wait out there and howl until I had her food ready, and then she came barging inside. I think that George ate most of everything, but I was so tired, I cannot be sure, so I let her out with a big lump of ham, gave poor Percy his usual, then got back up here out of the way. When I went back down to make the coffee, I managed to get a lovely long cuddle from poor Percy before I had to get out of the way, but after I had taken my poor Mum’s coffee into her, I went to see him again just before. I think that I just about managed to get through the door before the thundering down the hallway started, and I am pretty sure that I have just heard poor Percy being shoved out… I heard the garden doors being slammed and locked anyway. At least there should be some peace today, if only for a few hours, I just hope those swamping zombie things do not come clattering out into the stinky old swamp again. I love you Topsy, and I miss you, you beautiful, brave little girl. XxX