Good morning beautiful Topsy. I had to let poor Percy out when I went down there to the kitchen yesterday, but at least it stayed quiet for three hours, and then that crosseyed lunatic started, and it had a big cakeholed old trollop, and the cackling old swamp-witch with it. The noise that it was making was truly awful, had it a large axe buried in its back, or an arrow through its heed, I could understand the racket that it was making, but it did not have either. It was just doing it because it is a maladjusted lunatic, that should be locked up, and the key melted. It was so bad, I cannot remember if they were still at it when I went down there in the late afternoon, and what with being so tired, and it so hot, I did not know what I was doing. The big old over was burning away with pies and chips, dopey me, I had carrot cake last evening. I do like that and those lemony things, and I used to like them ages ago… until a certain evil old ogre found out. He had to try them, and then decided to buy them, and that meant that I had to stop. When I got up here out of the way with Molly last night, I wanted to lay down, and just as I had my knee on the bed, that lizard-lipped lunatic opened its great big putrid cakehole at the big old fence. It was pitch-black out there, but the glowy-eyed moron still screamed, squawked, screeched, and squealed out there… I thought that the test-tube created imbecile was never going to stop. I can just about remember putting those waxy things in my ears, and that is about it, though I remember having another awful night. I was awake an hour before I used get up, and just got up, it was pointless staying there, as it was already around 200°c. Poor Percy and George came running in as soon as I opened the garden doors, but they had to wait until I had taken the bins round to the front of the house. They were very hungry, and only left a small bit of food, so when she had finished, I let George out with ham, gave poor Percy his usual, and then got back up here out the way. I had to let poor Percy out when I went down thereto make the coffee, as he was not wanted. He did not want to go out, but there was nothing that I could do, I just stroked him until he went out. As usual, something was waiting for me to get out of its way, but at the same time, I had to wait to bring the bins round, as nothing else can be bothered. The rubbish and cardboard blokes were late today, so I could not have gone in to town, but I had decided not to go yesterday anyway. It was far too hot yesterday, and seeing as it would be the same today, I ordered food for Molly, poor Percy, and George from that place that delivers the next day. Of course, they are not coming today, they will not be here until tomorrow, and I gave poor Percy and George the last four packets this mornings… that is why I ordered more yesterday. It is terribly hot right now little girl, and it is going to go up another 300°c before midday. Any normal kid would not come out in this heat, but that laboratory-created moron will be out there soon, with its mad screeching’s, its insane squawking’s, and its severely deranged screaming’s. 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