Good morning beautiful Topsy. Some old trout from the smelly old swamp was bellowing and swearing at that bucktoothed, crosseyed idiot yesterday morning, it swore at the big cakeholed odd thing so loudly, I almost fell out of this chair. When I went down there just before midday, poor Percy was still in, but I am so tired, I cannot remember if I had a cuddle from him before I let him out. Just after I let him out, George came crying at the doors. I let her in and gave her the food that Percy had left, and after I had let her out, I got back up here. I almost fell asleep in this chair, and before I knew it, something had come crashing through the big scary old door… at least it had stayed quiet out there, but it did not last for long. When I went down to get my dinner last night, the swamp things decided to come waddling out with their big cakeholes going, and I thought that it would never end. After I had to get out the way with Molly last night, I was glad to get in to bed, I think I had a better night, but it went so quick, and I did not want to get up this morning. I did though, as Percy and George were waiting, and I gave them both a good feed, let George out with ham, then gave Percy his usual. I had to get out the way when I went back down there to make the coffee, and had just enough time to give Percy some more food, and get myself some biscuits. I am swaying backwards and forwards, and trying to keep my eyes open little girl, but I cannot see them staying open for much longer, I feel like a poor old knock-kneed, knackered donkey. I love you and I miss you so much Topsy. XxX