Good morning beautiful Topsy. We had a nice quiet morning the day before yesterday little girl, it was still even quiet when I let poor Percy out around midday… but it all soon changed about an hour later, when that highly-deranged lunatic got out there. Up to the big old fence it came a-slithering, and let out a huge scream that would have dislocated the lungs of any normal human kid. It had a herd of rubbery-lipped, bow-legged, drunken old trollops with it, and the grunting’s from them was as bad. It went on all afternoon, and when it went quiet out at the stinking old swamp, the crosseyed, bucktoothed, long-tailed, red-eyed lunatic was out there in the lane doing the same thing… I am amazed it survived. It was back at the stinking old swamp by the time that I went down there in the late afternoon, and I got back up here as quickly as I could, though I had to anyway. It was still at it when I went down there for silly things like food, which of course, had to be carrot cake again. The crazed idiot was still at it when I went down there to give Tiddles her chicken soup, and it was still screaming and squawking when I went down there to get out of the way with Molly that night. It was truly awful, it was something that could have only bern sorted out with a double-barreled, sawn-off shotgun, and had I had a couple of them, I would have had no problems using them. I do not think I had a good night, and was awake very, very early yesterday morning, and I felt awful. I fed poor Percy and George, and I had been asked to have the rubbish and cardboard out there earlier than normal, as because it was very hot, the rubbish and cardboard blokes would be early. I wanted to get into town early, as I did not fancy staggering back here in the heat, but of course, that was not going to happen. The rubbish blokes turned up half an hour later than two weeks ago, and the cardboard blokes were here almost two hours after they were two weeks ago. I was going to give up, and get up here after I had made my coffee, as something was moaning, snorting and trumpeting because I was in its spoilt way… but just as I got my coffee ready, they turned up. I did not leave here until well over an hour after I had wanted to, and by then, it was about 280° in the shade, I was so glad to get in the big shoppy place where it was nice and cold. I have only just remembered some ignorant bloke shoving me out the way, and was wearing a big old woolly jumper that almost went to his knees. It was awful walking back, and of course, as I staggered through the big scary old door, something was waiting for me to get out of its spoilt way. It was waiting for me to get out the way at midday, then in the late afternoon, and when I went back down there for some food, it was waiting to go thundering down the hallway, I had to make do with carrot cakes again, fourth day in a row. Thankfully, no squawking’s or screaming’s had been heard all day, just the wailing’s from a couple of drunken old trollop’s. I was hoping to oversleep this morning, but no, even though I was very tired last night, I still woke up a couple of times, then I woke up this morning fifteen minutes before I used to. I fed poor Percy and George, let George out with ham, gave poor Percy his usual, then got up here out the way before I was trampled on. I gave Percy another packet of food after I had taken my poor Mum’s coffee in to her, where something was again waiting for me to get out of its way, so up here I got. It has been quiet out there so far little girl, but I doubt it will stay quiet for much longer. I love you Topsy, and I miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful, brave little girl. XXXXX