Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday afternoon, evening, and night was absolutely awful little girl, there was a great big herd of wide-legged, huge-reared, drunken old trollops making as much noise as they could. That highly-qualified lunatic of a mini swamp-witching thing was screaming like never before, and that ‘oh ohhing’ thing was louder than ever as well. Even poor Percy and George moved from the back gardens, and Percy went round the front. I have never heard a dopey boy screaming like that blasted thing does, God knows what it is like at school, but I would not want any of my children anywhere near the window-licking moron. It did quieten down a bit in the afternoon, but that was just replaced by that thundery-thighed old trollop of an evil swamp-witch, who was cackling away as loudly as its nicotine coated throat would allow it. When I went down there for noodles, they got even louder. I could not eat my noodles in peace, and seeing as a huge poor chicken was roasting away in the big old oven, poor Molly could not stay down there for long. I went down there for her much earlier than usual, but still went back down there at the usual time, just to annoy something. I took Molly down there with me one last time, and when I got in the kitchen, the noise that those imbeciles were making was even worse, and some idiot decided to spray water everywhere. That only made the lunatics scream even louder, it was absolutely awful, especially with that lunatic, who probably had not seen water on its scaly green skin since whenever. They were still at it a couple of hours before midnight, and the whooping and the hooping was getting louder… that is when I had to put those wax earplugs in, and thankfully, they worked. I do not know when my heed hit the pillows, but I only woke up twice, and woke up five minutes before I used to get up. I did not want to get up, but I did, as Percy and George would be waiting. When I opened the garden doors, poor Percy ran in, and George dithered around, but came in eventually. They did not eat all the food, George did not even want the ham that I gave her when she went out, but poor Percy ate the tin of salmon with a melting heart that I gave him. He ate another one as well, but I had to let poor Percy out when I went back down to make the coffee. Gobbling’s galore today little girl… I can smell the sizzling’s of blasted sausages, bacon, pigging mushrooms and whatever else already. Dopey me, I have to wait until this evening, and then I think I will just have carrot cake. I hope that today is peaceful little girl, but I doubt it very much, I have got more chance with winning the lottery four times in one week. I love you so much Topsy, and I miss you so much too little girl. XxX