Good morning beautiful Topsy. The racket from the swamp-things was not that bad yesterday morning little girl, and I just sat here trying not to fall asleep. I heard some snorting and hoof-scraping in the hallway, and then something going out… I did not need to see the time, I knew that it was around the time that I am allowed to go down to the kitchen just before midday. It was ten minutes beforehand, which was a big woolly surprise. I made my poor Mum her coffee, then got back up here out of the way before something came crashing through the big scary old door. It was quiet for a couple of hours, and then a goon opened its great big cakehole at that deranged thing, and was swearing very loudly at it. After that, I heard the deep-throated cackling’s of that evil old swamp-witch, and then the noises just got louder. I tried to block out the noises, and I cannot remember much else. All I can remember is having to get out the way when I went down there to the kitchen late yesterday afternoon, as something was waiting to be fed. I had noodles again last evening, I only had them because I was very hungry, and when I went down there to see how Molly was, the swamp-things were screaming and squawking… of course, I managed to get out the way. When I had to get out the way again with Molly last night, I had to wait ages before I could get into bed. When those lunatics finally quietened down, I got into bed, and was asleep quickly. I woke up a few times, was awake at the same time as yesterday, and I could hear George crying when I got up. George ran in as as I opened the garden doors, poor Percy followed, and I gave them their food… they left a little bit, and George did not even want the ham when she went out. I gave Percy his usual, then got back up here out of the way before I was flattened against a wall. Poor Percy had to go out when I went back down there to make the coffee, I did not want to let him out, and he did not want to go out, but he has to make way for gobbling’s. Chomping, slapping, gnawing, growling, gulping, and champing is done more on a Sunday, and something is always looking forward to an even greater feed than they already get, and for some reason, poor Percy would be in the way. I cannot see how, but that is what has to happen, nothing gets in the way of something’s gobbling’s. Of course, that same something was waiting for me to get out of its way when I took my poor Mum’s coffee in to her, and when I got in here, Molly was waiting for me to give her biscuits. Not long after I had sat down, that screaming little coo from over the back there started with its great big screaming cakehole, though it has been quiet since… it will not last though. I love you, and I miss you so much beautiful Topsy. XxX