Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday morning was beautifully quiet little girl, and when I got down there to the kitchen just before midday, I found out that poor Percy had been shoved out… I was hoping I had misheard earlier. When I got back up here with Molly, the beautiful quietness had been shattered by that blasted thing from over there at the stinking swamp, and it had two kind of mother-trolls with it, and they were making more noise than it was. I tried turning the sound on the telly up, but that did not help, as I could still hear them, so I closed the big window, but even then, I could still hear them. The grunting and the squealing, the screeching, gurgling, and the squeaking got so bad, I had to go downstairs to the front of the house, and I could still hear the nuttiness, though it was not as bad. I stayed down there as long as I could before something was due to come crashing through the big scary old door. I had just got sat down here when I heard the big scary old door being almost split in two. The swamp-things were still making as much noise as they were earlier, so I just had to put up with it… unless someone throws a couple of sticks of dynamite into that blasted odd swamp when they come waddling out, today is going to be just the same. They were still at it last night when I went down there to get out of the way with Molly, so I could not have the window open. All I wanted to do was get into bed and sleep, after all, I do not keep Molly awake all day by screeching in her ear, and then go walking across her legs. As I laid down, Molly decided to go and howl by the door, when I got up, she disappeared over there somewhere, and when I got back into bed, she went back to the door, and started with her howling’s again. I was awake during the night, and woke up early this morning, but managed to get back to sleep. I woke up again early, but got up to feed Percy and George, George was already crying when I got down there to the kitchen, and came galloping in first when I opened the garden doors. I am sure that George ate most of the food that I gave her and poor Percy, and I let her out with a big lump of ham, gave poor Percy his usual, then got up here out the way. By the time I was going to take my poor Mum’s coffee in to her, poor Percy had ate most of his ham. Before I had to get out of the way, I had a nice cuddle, then gave him another packet of food, before getting back up here out of the way again. It is very dark and peaceful this morning little girl, I am hoping that the darkness will keep that dribbling idiot inside the odd hovel, but I doubt that will happen. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XxX