Good morning beautiful Topsy. It went quiet for a while after those tree-trunk-legged old trollops went staggering away, and when I got down there to the kitchen just before midday, poor Percy was curled up in his nest. As soon as I said, “come on then little boy,” he got up, went to the garden doors, and looked up at me… I had to pick him up for cuddles. It stayed quiet until the very late afternoon, and then the racket started again. It was terrible, and even though there had been storm warnings, nothing happened, the storm that was supposed to arrive, was late, and came in the night… though I did not hear a thing. I had wanted to get an early night, but that did not happen, as it was so hot, I had to have the big window open… thankfully, the drunken sheitenstines staggered back into their hovel. I had to have the new now so scary old fan on as well, and I still had an awful night. I was awake very, very early this morning, it had not even got light when I staggered out of here… and when I went into the kitchen, George was crying at the garden doors. She flew in when I opened them, but there was no sign of poor Percy, he came round as I was taking out something’s many, many empty guzzled down bottles. I gave them their food, let George out with ham, gave Percy his usual, and got back up here out of somethings way. The rubbishing blokes came just as I went down there to make the coffee, and I waited for the cardboardy blokes to come. The bottling blokes were here over an hour beforehand last week, but the cardboarding blokes either went right past, or have not come yet. I could not leave the bin out there any longer, as some inbred, crosseyed, pointy-eared, two-nosed, thing from that other evil old witches cesspit would have nicked it like they did the old one. Of course, I managed to get in somethings way, but nobody else would bring it round, even when something went trundling out, it would have barged the bin out the way, rather than bring it round. I was hoping that I could go into town today, but I now have to go tomorrow, and I was looking forward to having some more boiled egg salad rolls. However, I cannot have them now, because even though I had £300 of gobbling’s delivered last week, I have to bring back more tomorrow. I honestly do not know where it goes, in the past week I have eaten three small quiches, had two lots of large noodles, some carrot cake, and some biscuits… that is it, a normal days gobbling’s for something else. I will be back on here to Charlie and you the day after tomorrow little girl. I love you Topsy, I do love you little girl, and I do miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX