Good morning beautiful Topsy. It was awful yesterday morning little girl, and when I went downstairs just before midday, the squawking was even worse. I looked out there in the gardens for poor Percy, but he was nowhere to be seen, and then I had to get out of something’s way. When I got up here out of the way, some woolly-haired lunatic at the stinky old swamp decided to let everyone around here listen to their bongo music, which was absolutely awful. I do not know if it was because of the music, but a dog over the back there started barking and wailing. It did not feel like a proper Sunday, it has not felt like that for a very long time, it was just like any other day. That deranged, red-eyed, pointy-tailed, horned idiot was at it all afternoon… it was so bad, I cannot remember if any odd goons, trollops, or other things were out there. By the time that I went down there for something to eat, I was starving. I was so hungry, I had to have a large bowl of noodles, but I cannot have that this evening, as I am having to get out of the way even quicker than usual. I cannot remember when that blasted thing finally stopped, as I was so used to its racket, I did not hear the thing stop. I cannot even remember what I did after I got out of the way with Molly last night, but my dopey head did not hit the pillows until much later than usual. I have no idea if I had a good nights sleep, but I certainly did not want to get up when I woke up about the same time as I did yesterday. I did not want to get up, but the thought of poor Percy and George waiting for their food made me crawl out of bed, and down there to the kitchen. They both came rushing in as soon as I opened the garden doors, and as soon as I had taken stuff out there to the bins, I got them their food. Only a few bits were left this morning, and I let George out with ham, got poor Percy his usual, then got up here out the way. When I went back down there to make the coffee, I found out that I had to get out the way even quicker. Poor Percy still had a lot of food on his plate, so I did not have to worry about him, but George came wow-wow-wowing at the garden doors. If I did not have to get out the way, she could have come in, but she could not, so I gave her ham. George turned her nose up at the ham, but hopefully, I will see her later and give her another packet of food. There has not been any grunting or snorting from the stinky old swamp yet, but there is bound to be soon, and another day will be ruined by the family from the dark side of somewhere. I love you so much Topsy, and I miss you so much too you beautiful, brave little girl. XxX