Good morning beautiful Topsy. It stayed quiet until around halfway through the afternoon again yesterday little girl, and then those drunken cackling old trollops came staggering out there into the stinking old swamp with that big-mouthed lunatic. The noise that they were making was unbelievable, but it was getting hot in here with the big old oven blazing away down there in the kitchen, so I could not close the big window. Just five weeks ago, I could walk into the kitchen, and not feel the heat, now it is terrible. I had asked for the big old oven to be turned off when huge dinners were served up for somethings, but when I went down there for a bowl of noodles, there it was, still blazing away. It was so hot in the kitchen, all I could do was get Molly’s food and water ready, make myself a drink, then up here I had to get. I was very early, but still, something went snorting down the hallway. Seeing as all I had were a few biscuits yesterday morning, I was hungry by the time that I went down there to give Tiddles her food last night, as I had not been able to shovel down a huge fried breakfast, or gobble down a gigantic roasted dinner. I had some carrot cakes in the fridge, so I brought some up here with me… but I was wary, as the last time I tried some, I choked on them. Thankfully, I did not choke on them, but eating them felt weird. Those wide-reared, drunken old trollops were still cackling and mooing out there when I went down to the kitchen for Molly last night, and when I got up here, I had to close the big window. I was so tired, and got into bed, and that is when Molly got on the table where the telly is standing. I tried to get out of bed to her, but my legs were not working properly, so I just laid there and fell asleep. I have just remembered Molly trundling across me during the night. Molly woke me half an hour early this morning, I laid there for a while, then got up… she then came ploughing across the bed, and tried to get settled down where I had been sleeping before I could even pull the duvet back. Poor Percy and George were waiting when I opened the garden doors, but George dithered around before finally coming inside for her food. I am sure that George ate most of it all, but I let her out with a big lump of ham. I gave poor Percy his ham, tin of posh chicken stuff with the melting heart, and salmony squirty stuff, then got back up here before something wide and heavy barged me out of the way. I had to get out of the way when I went back down there to make the coffee, Percy had almost cleared his plate, and was asking for more, but I had to get the coffee made first. After I took my poor Mum’s coffee into her, I gave poor Percy a packet of food, and got out of the way. I managed to get some biscuits to have with my coffee, and that will have to do until this evening, though I do not know what I will be having then, as I am really getting fed up with noodles. I am stupidly hoping that today will be a swamp-witching, old trolloping, galvanised lunatic free day… but I doubt very much that that will happen. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you so much too little girl. XxX