Good morning beautiful Topsy. I cannot remember if poor Percy was still in when I went down there to the kitchen just before midday yesterday… there we go, it has just popped into my dopey head. Something had gone trundling off out not long before I went down there, but I still had to get out of the way after I had made my poor Mum her tea. I has just under a couple of hours peace, and then a huge-reared, baggy-faced, wide-legged old trollop with a big cakehole came out with its gurgling idiot. The noise was so bad, poor Percy went somewhere else to lay down, I had to turn the sound on the telly right up, and then that red-eyed, bucktoothed, flat-nosed, crosseyed idiot came out with its great big mouth full of earth and weeds. First of all we were treated to some mad screaming and wild squawking, and then the dribbling lunatic came up to the big old fence and started barking. That went on for a couple of hours, stopped, and then started again just as I went down there late yesterday afternoon. It was still going on when I went down there for my one meal a day, which last evening was carrot cake… and I had to be quick then, as something was waiting for me to get out the way. The deranged lunatics were still at it last night when I went down there to the kitchen so that I could get out of something’s way with Molly, and when I got back up here, I had to shove those waxy things in my ears. I have no idea when they stopped, or when I fell asleep, but I have just heard some giggling lunatics out there. I was awake very early this morning, it was pointless trying to get back to sleep, so I got up, and heard George crying. She and poor Percy ran in as soon as I opened the garden doors. I gave them their food, and when George had finished, she did not want to go out straight away, I hoped that she would stay in until I had to let poor Percy out, but after a while, she wanted to go. I gave Percy his usual, then got up here before I caused any trouble by being in something’s way. I had to let poor Percy out when I went down there to make the coffee, he did not want to go, but I did not have a choice… nothing gets in the way of something’s huge fried breakfasts. As soon as I took my poor Mum’s coffee in to her, I had to get out of the way as well, as something rather large was stuck there, waiting for me to get up here. It is going to be another awful day with those sunburnt lunatics little girl, how the mutated lunatics can do it day after day after day is beyond me. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XxX