Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was nice and quiet, apart from around midday when I heard a certain bucktoothed idiot screaming hysterically when it started raining… I think it got burnt, or something like that. I managed to stay down there talking with my poor Mum and sister until it was around the time that I usually go down there in the late afternoon, though a large hairy odd thing was not very happy about it when it came slithering through the big scary old door. I thought that I had heard a noise, but it was not the usual huge crash, and then the hallway wall being almost demolished, so I did not think any more of it. That was until the door to the room that I was in was shoved open with such force, the energy could have kept a small village going for a few years… I am glad that I was not stood by the door. The snorting’s and the growling’s were low, but in the end, I had to make way for the gobbling’s and snarling’s. I had to have noodles again last night, as I was hungry, but that is it, tonight I will have to make do with carrot cake, I should be down there for less than twenty minutes… ten of those will be getting Molly’s food and water ready, and clearing up after her. After I had gotten out the way with Molly last night, I got into bed late, woke up about seventy times, and was awake early this morning, and did not really want to get up, but I did. Percy and George came galloping in together when I opened the garden doors, I fed them, George ate the most, and just before I let her out, she was sick everywhere. She then just went marching off, and did not even bother offering to help clear it away, that was left to dopey daft me. I let George out with ham, but that hissing black kitten was out there, and ate it all, so after I had cleared up after George, I gave her some more, and stroked her. I gave Percy his usual, then got back up here out the way before I was mown down by a reversing moose. Poor Percy still had a lot of ham on his plate when I went back down to make the coffee, so I did not give him anything else… which was just as well, as something was waiting for me to get out of the way. I looked out there for George, and saw her sitting down the bottom of the garden, she will probably be crying for food at midday, and I will feed her. I have just heard a load of mooing, braying, and neighing coming from over there at the stinky old swamp… I am hoping that it is just a gathering of lunatics that will soon go away, but I doubt that very much. I love you so much Topsy, and I miss you so much too little girl. XxX