Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was a much better day little girl, as there were no beached whales wailing over there at the stinky old swamp, and no squawking lunatics either. It was very dark in the morning, and in the afternoon, it absolutely poured down. I have just remembered a couple of wide-eyed lunatics coming into the lane about two hours before midday, and kicking a blasted football around, and they were kicking it as hard as they possibly could. It was very annoying, as they were bellowing and shouting as well… had I had a couple of sawn-off shotgun thingies laying around, I would have gone out there, but I did not, so I could not. They eventually went away, and it was peaceful again, it was very annoying, and as I was tapping away to Charlie, I remembered it, but dopey daft me forgot to tap it down. Poor Percy was still in when I went down there to the kitchen just before midday, but I had to let him out. I stayed down there for a while, but got out of the way before I thought that something was going to come crashing through the big scary old door… but I need not have bothered. It did not come crashing through the big scary old door until I was just about to go down there to the kitchen late yesterday afternoon, that was one of that evil old ogres favourite tricks. How it is done, I do not know, it must be hereditary or something, but old bootface is very good at it. I had to have noodles again last evening, and just as I was going to go down there to get Tiddles her food, I was barged out of the way again… I have only just remembered that. After I had to get out of the way with Molly last night, I got in to bed as soon as I could, and I was so tired, I could not be bothered with Molly’s shenanigans. Of course, Molly had other ideas, and must have gone trundling across my legs at least eight times. I think I had a good night though, and woke up twenty minutes early this morning, which is good for this day, as I am usually up before it has even got light, as I have to take a great pile of somethings rubbish or bottles to the front of the house. Poor Percy and George were waiting when I got down to the kitchen, and Percy ran in when I opened the garden doors, George came halfway in, but then reversed out, did a j-turn, and went galloping off down the garden. When I had finished carting the boxes of empty swilled down bottles out to the front of the house, I called for George as I came through the big old gates, but she just sat there staring at me. I closed the gates, came in, washed my hands, and then went to call George again… this time she came galloping in, and almost collided head-on with poor Percy. I gave them their food, but I think George ate most of it again, so I gave Percy more when I let George out. I got back up here as quickly as I could, just in case I was caught in a stampede of one big-hoofed odd thing. When I went back down to make the coffee, I had to take an empty cream tin out there to the bin, and George came whirring along, so I gave her a big lump of ham, hoping that tiny black kitten would come along. I do not know if it did come along, as I had to get out of something’s snorting way, even though it was much earlier than usual. Apart from that big woofholed dog over the back there barking earlier, it has stayed nice and quiet this morning little girl. I cannot see that beeing allowed to happen for much longer though, not with that highly-qualified lunatic from the stinky old swamp rearing to go. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much too you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX