Good morning beautiful Topsy. It was awful yesterday afternoon little girl, a tribe of swamp-things appeared out of nowhere, and were chanting and bellowing with that idiotic mini swamp-witching thing, and that ‘oh oohing’ lunatic. I had to turn the sound up on the telly, but the boily-faced morons just got louder and louder… it was one of those times that if I had found a couple of gatling guns welded together in here, with bullets, I would have used them. It was absolutely awful, I think that being inbred must make them some weird kind of odd human, as they can do things that normal odd humans cannot do… like screaming and squawking for over three hours. Nothing that resembles any odd human could do that without dislocating its tongue, or swallowing its nose, yet those inhuman things can. I cannot remember how long it went on for, I do not even know if they were still at it when I went down there for my dinner. I had to get out the way so quickly, I had just enough time to get Molly’s food ready, make myself a drink, and get some lemon cakey things that I bought with some carrot cakes the other week. I had to get out of the way even quicker last night with Molly, so quick that I forgot to take my tablets, and only realised so this morning when I went to make the coffee. I had a good night again, but was awake early, and did not want to get up… but I did. Percy and George came galloping in together when I opened the garden doors, and I gave them their food. They did not eat all of it, but I let George out with ham, gave poor Percy his usual, then got ip here out the way. I had to get out the way quickly again when I went back down there to make the coffee, as a snorting old walrus was waiting to go wallowing down the hallway. I had just enough time to give poor Percy another packet of food. Molly decided to escape as I opened the door, and went flying off down the stairs, then down the hallway. She was parading up and down by the scary old kitchen door, and I manage to get her, and bring her back up here before any snorting or wild trumpeting started. I have already heard some growling and snarling from over there at the stinking old swamp, but thankfully, it has quietened down again. All I can hear right now are the beautiful little birds. Of course, it will not stay like that, and those highly-qualified lunatics will come waddling out very soon to start with their nuttiness, and then it will be another awful day again… if only it would stay cold all year long, at least they would stay inside. I love you so much Topsy, and I miss you so much too you beautiful, brave little girl. XXXXX