Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was the worst little girl, I cannot remember if those inbred lunatics started in the morning, but all hell broke loose over there just after I let poor Percy out just before midday. Huge, putrid, black-toothed, rubbery-lipped, toothless, trolloping cakeholes started bellowing and shouting, and that crosseyed, short-horned, long-tailed, red-eyed lunatic was stood by the big old fence, screaming and screaming as loudly as its great big homemade mouth would let it. It was an awful afternoon, thankfully, my poor Mum’s ears are not working properly, so she could not hear the noise that was clearly done just for her. If I had found a pump-action shotgun laying around, I would have used it on the whole lot of them, that is how bad the noise was. The screeching and screaming hurt my dopey head so much, I thought that I was going to loose it, and I have no idea just how I managed to stay calm long enough… someone around here has to do something. Having that racket was bad enough, but something decided to come crashing through the big scary old door, just before I go down there to the kitchen in the late afternoon… not bad for something that pretends that it cannot tell the time. That is a trick that the evil old ogre used to do to me, especially when I would be just about to go down there to the kitchen for my one meal a day. I do not know how it is done, and I do not know want to know, just that I have known it nearly all my life. I do know that it gives fat, greedy old warthogs great satisfaction, and if that is what satisfies them, they can keep on doing it, as it does not bother me in the slightest. By last evening, I was so hungry, I had to have a bowl of noodles, but I cannot do that this today, as it is far too hot, I will just have to have carrot cakes. After I had got out of something’s way with Molly last night, I just sat here, and tried to stay cool with the newer, not so scary old fan next to me. I had an awful night, and was awake twenty minutes before I used to get up… I did not want to get up, and felt like turning over and going back to sleep, but I did not. Poor Molly had her little head right by the open window, and when I got down there to the kitchen, I opened the garden doors. Poor Percy and George came in together, I gave them their food, let George out with ham when she had finished, gave poor Percy his usual, then got back up here out the way. I had to get out of the way when I went back down there to make the coffee, but poor Percy had almost cleared his plate, so that meant that I could give him another packet of food… but then I had to get out of that blasted gobbling things way. I dreaded yesterday with those neanderthalic lunatics from the swamp little girl, and it was absolutely awful… and now, I am dreading how today is going to be even more. I love you so much Topsy, I do love you little girl, and I do miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful, brave little girl. XXXXX