Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was terrible little girl, with that herd of inbred, buck-toothed, flat-nosed, hairy-chested female-ish swamp-things, and that blasted ‘oh ohhing’ thing making as much noise as they possibly could out there in the stinky old swamp. It went on for hours, and on top of that, Molly was wowing loudly to go downstairs, and when I took here in the kitchen with me to make my poor Mum her coffee, Molly was wowing loudly then as well. It all eventually drove me up the wall, and I threw the coffee-spoon in the sink, and shouted at Molly to be quiet. She took no notice of me, and carried on wailing. She wanted to go in a room with my poor Mum and sister, and I cannot remember much else. I can remember having to get out of the way as soon as I went down there to the kitchen late yesterday afternoon, and I can also remember that I was very angry, thanks to that lot at the swamp, who are each others parents. My greedy odd stomach was growling like an swamp-thing when I got down there to the kitchen last evening, so I had to have a bowl of noodles. In a normal house, I could have had a sandwich, but the fridge that I bought is stuffed full of sweets, and cakes, and chocolates, and other stuff that is wrapped up in annoying blasted tin foil. It is a wonder that the milkshakes have not been complained about, my ciders were moved out of the way to make way for cake. After I had got out of the way with Molly last night, I got into bed, and those blasted lunatics were still out there, gnawing on each other, and making noises that have not been heard outside the depths of the amazon jungle. I woke up about three times, was awake an hour earlier than yesterday, and had to get up, as something had left a great bag of rubbish for dopey me to take out there to the bins. Poor Percy ran in as soon as I opened the garden doors. George stayed out there until I came back, then came inside with me, and I fed her and Percy. When George had finished, I let her out with ham, gave poor Percy his usual, then got up here out the way. The rubbish blokes came late again, not as late as last time, but still too late for me to go into town… and it was about 1,580°c in the shade. I shall have to go into town tomorrow little girl, so I will not be able to come on here to Charlie and you, but I will be back the day after. I love you so much Topsy, and I miss you so much too you beautiful, brave little girl. XxX