Good morning beautiful Topsy. Some old tripehound with a great big cakehole started bellowing over there at the stinky old swamp, just as I finished on here with you yesterday little girl. Smoking, guzzling, and screeching they were, then as suddenly as they arrived, they were gone… the peace was beautiful. I was stupidly hoping for a quiet afternoon, but of course, that was not going to happen, and when I was allowed back down there just before midday, I was feeling low again. Poor Percy was still in, so I got a kind of cuddle from him before I let him out, and then I found out that something was waiting for me to get out of the way. There was some squawking and crowing out there during the afternoon, but it was nothing that I am not used to. When I was allowed back down there in the late afternoon, some grinning odd thing was waiting for me to get out of its gobbling way, and was waiting to go to the chip shop for more huge gobbling’s. When I got back up here, that idiot started with its squawking, and it went on for ages, and I do not know when they stopped, I was so tired that I fell asleep before I had got in bed. I still woke up during the night though, and was awake very early again this morning, but managed to get back to sleep, then woke up ten minutes before I used to get up. I fed Percy and George, and they ate everything apart from a few bits, so I let George out with ham, and gave poor Percy his usual. I took a plant out there to JoJo’s little resting place when I went down there to make the coffee little girl. I cannot believe that she was so cruelly taken away from us twenty-two years ago, and the end of next month will be the nineteenth anniversary of Katie’s Rainbow Day. Of course, something was waiting for me to get out of the way when I took my poor Mum’s coffee in to her, but Percy’s plate was still full, and when I had got my coffee, back up here I had to get. It was not long before I heard the distinctive sounds of an escaped lunatic, growling, squawking, squealing, and screeching out there in the stinking old swamp. It looks as if it is going to be another awful weekend little girl, inside as well as out. I love you so much Topsy, and I miss you so much too you beautiful, brave little girl. XxX