Good morning beautiful Topsy. We had a very rare day yesterday little girl, a day where it was nice and peaceful, but was then ruined. Shockingly, it was not ruined by any species that grazes at the stinking old swamp, it was ruined by odd teapot faces bucktoothed, long-necked dopey bloke, who suddenly appeared, and was laughing and giggling like a deranged clown. He was giggling, snorting, and laughing out there for ages, I do not know what stopped me from shouting out. The only peaceful day for donkeys years, and that spiky-haired lunatic had to ruin it. Of course, by the time that I went down there for my noodles last evening, the swamp-things had started, and I had to have the sound on the telly turned up. Molly still had the hump with me for giving her that flea treatment the night before last, and refused to come up here with me when I had to get out of the way last night. I had to carry her up here, much to her disgust, a d she back-pedalled all the way. I got into bed earlier last night, and was asleep quickly, but I woke up about three times, and have no idea the kind of night I had, but I did not want to get up when I woke ten minutes before I used to get up. I fed poor Percy and George, let George out with ham, gave Percy his usual, then got back up here before something wide, large, heavy, and hairy deliberately crashed into me. I had to get out of the way when I took my poor Mum’s coffee in to her, but gave poor Percy more food first. Molly was waiting when I got in here, but she was not waiting for dopey me, she was waiting for biscuits. After I gave them to her, she settled down on the bed, and is now sleeping. I am dreading going down there just before midday little girl, as that spoilt, piggy-eyed coo will be stuck there, snorting like an old bull, and waiting for me to get out of its way. I love you so much Topsy, and I miss you so much too little girl. XxX