Good morning beautiful Topsy. It was nice and quiet yesterday morning little girl, but as that saying goes, ‘beware of hook-nosed, evil old ogres bearing gifts.’ I was in the way when I went down there to the kitchen just before midday, and there was a large, beached old walrus stuck there waiting for me to get out of its way when I took my poor Mum’s tea in to her. I had just enough time to let poor Percy out, and make the bed before I had to get back up here with Molly. The afternoon was peaceful as well, I did hear some bellowing and shouting, but thought that it was my sister arguing with that spoilt coo, but it was not, it was my sister bellowing, shouting, and swearing at my poor Mum. I did not know until I got down there in the late afternoon, where of course, something was waiting for me to get out of its way so that it could go trundling off to the chip for more huge gobbling’s and shovelling’s. My poor Mum’s crime? She has asked my sister if she wanted anything to eat. I told my poor Mum not to bother asking her any more, if she wants anything to eat, she will just help herself to something of mine, just as something else used to, and a certain evil old ogre. I got back up here as quickly as I could, and just as I did, my greedy odd guts started grumbling and growling… ‘old greedy guts’ was one of the evil old ogres nicknames that he had for me when I was a kid, along with ‘old dum-dum,’ ‘scumbag,’ ‘toerag,’ ‘ponce,’ and ‘guttersnipe.’ There was plenty more, but if I put them all down, it would go on for ages. It stayed quiet until about an hour before I went back down there for some noodles, when that bronzed moron started screaming and squawking. It was still at it while I was down there in the kitchen, it was so bad, I was glad to get back up here, and I was in something’s way anyway. The green-fanged idiot just carried on getting louder and louder, then it started barking, and had an argument with itself. By the time that I went down there to get out the way with Molly last night, it was running around the stinking old swamp pretending to be a lion… but it was not over yet. Some large-boiled odd swamp-thing dragged out a trampoline, and that squawking idiot decided to start bouncing on that, and the supercharged moron did that for about an hour, with a herd of swamp-things grunting and gooing. There was just a few lights out there, so it was almost pitch-black, and very late. I did not get in bed until it was very late, and those morons were still out there… of course, I had an awful night, and was awake much earlier than I was yesterday. I fed poor Percy and George, let George out with ham, and gave Percy his usual before getting up here out the way. Seeing as something shovels more down than ever today, I had to let poor Percy out when I went back down there, and then, I was in its greedy fat way when I took my poor Mum’s coffee in to her. Thankfully, Molly flew out of here when I opened the door, so I had to go back down there after her, but then it was back up here again until I am allowed back down there at midday… where I will be in that spoilt coos gobbling way again. I think that I have heard some squawking and screaming already, but it could be that screaming little coo from over the back there. I am dreading the rest of today little girl, I have one of those horrible feelings. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XxX