Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was worse than ever little girl, those three litre bottles of vodka swilling lunatics were making more noises than ever, and that abomination was making making the most noise. I was beaten terribly for just existing when I was a kid, had I made a noise like that blasted thing makes, it is obvious what that evil old ogre would have done to me. He once beat me so badly when I was six, I could not get out of bed for four days. Something had told him that I had hurt it, but I had not, I was too frightened to do anything. I had to pretend to my poor Mum that I was ill, as she was at work when he beat me, and it was a good job that it was the school holidays, as the bruises on my sides and my back would have been seen during P.E. I told my poor grandad that I had not done anything to that rotten odd thing, and he told my poor Mum what the evil old ogre had done to me. When my poor Mum asked me in front of the evil old ogre if he had hit me, I said nothing, but still got another bigger beating from him the next evening for ‘crying to mummy,’ as he put it. This time he put a rag or something in my mouth so that nobody could hear me screaming and crying, and I could not pretend that I was ill. That other evil odd thing was probably grinning like a deranged clown… in his evil odd eyes, it could never do anything wrong, but it always did. Those blasted swamp-things went on and on until I had to put some waxy things in my ears, and that was two hours before midnight. I do not know when the drunken lunatics stopped, and I do not know if I had a good nights sleep, though I felt awful when I woke up very early this morning. I managed to get back to sleep, but when I woke up five minutes before I used to get up, I still did not want to get out of bed… Molly was waiting to get laid down, so I did. George was crying at the garden doors when I went in the kitchen, and she came running in when I opened them. There was no sign of poor Percy, though he came rushing up the garden when I went out there. After I had given them their food, I noticed drops of blood on the floor from poor Percy, but I did not have time to do anything, as when I let George out, he went out with her… and I had to get out of the way. I went back down there, but he had gone, and I had another look when I went back down to make the coffee, but he was still not there. I could not hang around though, as something was waiting for me to get out of its stinking way when I took my poor Mum’s coffee in to her. I had taken Molly down there with me, so she was an excuse for me make the snorting coo wait. I do not know if I will be going into town tomorrow little girl, as it is going to be very hot again. If I can get out of here early, I will, but I do not fancy staggering back here with over £100 worth of shopping, just for that greedy coo to grab and gobble most of it down. There has been no grunting or snorting from over there at the stinky old swamp yet, perhaps they were all sunburnt yesterday, and are now in terrible pain in the stinking old pit where they live. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XXXXX