Good morning beautiful Topsy. That big woofing old dog was the only noise out there yesterday morning, and when I got down there to the kitchen just before midday, poor Percy was still in… he was curled up in his new nest. I ordered something last week, and it came in a small box that was just right for a nest, and seeing as Molly has at least 350 of them in here, I left it in the kitchen for poor Percy, and he went in it after he had finished his food the next day. Of course, something was waiting for me to get out of the way, but it still stayed quiet after I had got up here, and stayed like that until about halfway through the afternoon… and then some wild swamp-trolls came waddling out with odd big-mouth. It was not as noisy as I thought it would be, but it got noisier when I went down there to the kitchen late yesterday afternoon, and then that crosseyed, mutated odd thing started with its great big cakehole. That horde of old trollops were cooing and woo-wooing again, which only made the bucktoothed, tin-ribbed, flat-headed, fourteen-toed, mutated odd thing even worse. I just had enough time to chop an onion, and get a drink ready, then I had to get back up here, as something was waiting for me to get out of the way so more gobbling’s could be shovelled down. Dopey daft me had to make do with a cheese and onion quiche, two hours later, but it was nice. After I had been down there for Molly last night, I got into bed as soon as I could, and I had a good night, and overslept this morning by about ten minutes. Poor Percy ran in as soon as I opened the garden doors, but George dithered around, though she did come in before I had the food ready. A lot of food was left, so after I let George out, I put it all on one plate, left it for poor Percy, and then got back up here out of the way. When I went back down to make the coffee, something was already waiting for me to get out of the way, and when I went into the kitchen, poor Percy started to eat that plate of food. Sunday morning snorting’s mean that Percy has to go out early, as it is gobbling more than usual day, but I let him stay in a bit longer so he could finish his food, much to something’s red-eyed anger. When Percy had finished, I let him out, and put the food that he left aside for later. I came up here for Molly, and after I had stayed down there in the kitchen for as long as I could before any wild trumpeting’s started, we came back up here. I think that it is going to be one of those days little girl… already I have had to close the big window twice because bow-legged odd wasps have tried to get in, and because somethings great big fried breakfasts are sizzling away in the kitchen right under this room, it is very hot up here. It was so dark earlier, I thought that it was going to rain, but of course, it did not… three houses away had a torrential down-pour, but here, it stayed 146° in the shade, just four weeks ago it was nice and cold. I think that today is going to be a swamp-thing filled, crosseyed, knock-kneed, goofy, wailing, snorting, terribly-singing, grunting day. I love you so much Topsy, and I miss you so much too little girl. XxX