Good morning beautiful Topsy. Everything was kind of okayish yesterday morning little girl, but by midday, when something was waiting for me to get out of the way, I had started feeling low again… when I got up here, I thought that I could not feel any lower, but I was just about to. A herd of swamp-things, and a pack of wide-legged, growling old trollops had started to gather out there in the stinky odd swamp, and that ‘oh ohhing’ lunatic was with them. Over to the big old fence it waddled, and started ‘oh ohhing’ quietly, but still annoyingly… it was doing that about two times every minute for hours, getting louder and louder until I had to turn the sound right up on the telly. By the time that I went down there to the kitchen late yesterday afternoon, it was driving me up the wall, and still it kept on and on. It had gotten very hot, and I did not feel like anything to eat, but by last evening, I was starving. I made myself a small bowl of noodles, and had to get out the way for a snorting odd bull as soon as I had done them. It was hotter last evening than it was in the afternoon, but still that deranged lunatic continued with its new annoying thing. By the time that I went down there to the kitchen to get Molly last night, it was at the big old fence screaming ‘oh ohhh’ as loudly as its inbred lungs would allow it… had I had a few sawn-off-shotgun’s nearby, I would have used them. It was a couple of hours until midnight, and still it was out there, if only a fox, or an escaped wolf would come along, but nooo, nothing like that happens when you want it to. I shoved those waxy ear’oley things in, but the screaming just got louder, and I cannot remember if it was still screaming away when I got into bed. I had a good sleep for a change, and I am sure that I would have had a decent lay in… if Molly had not woke me early trying to settle down on my pillows. I could not get back to sleep, so got up, and Molly was waiting for me to get out of her way so that she could get settled down when I had pulled the duvet back. When I got down to the kitchen, I fed Percy and George, let George out with ham when she had finished, gave Percy his usual, then got back up here again. The usual old cobblers awaited me when I went back down there to make the coffee, as something was laid there like a snorting old bull. I kept it waiting for as long as I could before any stampeding or trumpeting started, then got back up here. It stayed quiet as I was tapping away to Charlie, but there has been some squawking, though I think that an old trollop, or a swamp-thing came out, lassoed the squawking thing, and dragged it kicking and screaming back into their odd hoose. A dog has just started to bark over the back there, and it is the one that goes on for hours. All I need now is that screaming little coo over the back there to start, then, as soon as I hear that deranged idiot starting off with the ‘oh ohhing,’ I will most probably be loosing it most severely. I love you, and I miss you so much beautiful Topsy. XxX