Good morning beautiful Topsy. It was awful yesterday afternoon little girl, a load of dogs from over the back were taking it in turns to bark and howl, and that screaming little coo was at it worse than ever. I still had a rotten odd headache, and all that racket was not doing it any good… I could not close the big window, because it was so hot, and it all almost drive me up the wall. I was so glad when it eventually got quieter when I went downstairs late yesterday afternoon. When I went back down there for a bowl of noodles, those inbred swamp things decided to come out as soon as I got in the kitchen, and they were making a whole load of noises, some I am sure have never been heard before. After I had gotten out of the way with Molly last night, I got into bed, but I do not think I had a good night. I woke up a few times, and was awake nearly an hour before I used to get up, and it was pointless trying to get back to sleep. I am so tired that it looks as if I keep seeing blackness around my eyes, if I do not get some decent sleep soon, I do not know what I am going to do. I fed Percy and George, but George decided to eat from poor Percy’s plate, and neither of them would eat from George’s, so I had to throw it away. I let George out with ham, gave Percy his usual, and then got up here out of the way… already in the way I was, at that time of the morning. As I opened the garden doors, I heard some great big cakeholes out there in the lane, what they were doing out there so early I do not know. Poor Percy had nearly cleared his plate when I got down there to make the coffee, so after I had taken my poor Mum’s coffee into her, and before I had to get out of somethings snorting way, I gave him another packet of food, and managed to get a nice cuddle before I had to get up here. I have heard some more big cakeholes out there, and it looks like it is going to rain… just when the gardeners were going to come, the same thing happened three times last year. There we go again, I have just heard a wailing old trollop out there in the lane, probably wailing because it could not get any family sized bottles of vodka. If today stays nice and quiet, I will be very surprised little girl, and there we go, noises from that house that is never finished. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you so much too you beautiful, brave little girl. XXXXX