Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was a lot quieter than the day before, that dribbling, crosseyed, mutated odd thing must have been left strapped up to the ironing board on wheels in the cellar. There was a bit of grunting and snorting from a couple of wallowing old trollops in the stinking old swamp about halfway through the afternoon, but it soon went quiet again. Then that screaming little coo from over the back there decided to start, and that was awful. Another nasty old bow-legged wasp got in here late yesterday afternoon, why they keep coming in here I shall never know, but it took me ages to get it to go back out again… it being a great big one did not help. I had to have noodles again last evening, and I had to hurry, as something was waiting for me to get out the way yet again. By the time that I went downstairs to get out of the way with Molly last night, I was so tired, I cannot remember much. I do not even know if I had a good night, all I do know is that I did not want to get up when I woke up a few minutes early this morning. I did though, was greeted by Molly, and went staggering off down to the kitchen to feed poor Percy and George. I think that George ate most of everything, and I let her oot with ham, gave poor Percy his usual, then got back up here before I managed to cause any more trouble by being in something’s snorting way. When I went back down to make the coffee, I had to come back up here, and Molly managed to escape. I brought her back up here, and when I took my poor Mum’s coffee in to her, there was something waiting for me to get out of the way again. As I got to the door and opened it, Molly came galloping across the bed, ran straight past me, and went downstairs again… and in any normal house, that would not have been a problem, but this is not a normal house. I could not leave Molly down there to be trodden on, so I went back down for her, and that is when I heard the wild snorting’s, mad trumpeting’s, and a big green-toothed cakehole bellowing away at my poor Mum. I got back up here with Molly as quickly as I could, but I have only just realised that I do not know if I have taken my medication… and I dare not go down there yet, as something could be feasting on half a warthog or something. Not that I buy halves of warthogs from the big shoppy place, or that yorkshirish place, something also brings great piles of food back for itself as well… I think that they might sell warthogs in that big freezery place. I am not going into town in the morning little girl, or the day after little girl, as I am having aboot £300 of gobbling’s delivered, so I will be able to come on here to Charlie and you for the first time for a long while. I love you so much Topsy, I do love you little girl, and I do miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXXX