Good morning beautiful Topsy. It was even hotter yesterday little girl, and was truly awful, poor Molly and Tiddly did not know what to do with themselves. I have a newfangled fan whizzing away beside me, but if I move, the blasted heat is on me right away, and Molly went under the bed. I do not know if that homemade lunatic was out there in the stinky old swamp, but I have just remembered a herd of drunken old trollops grazing out there last night when I went down there to get out the way with Molly. It was a good job that it was so hot yesterday, as when I went down there for food, I had just enough time to get some carrot cake for last evening. I do not know what would have happened if I had wanted noodles, but of course, something made sure that its greedy bags were full. There was a huge party at that big old house that is always having work done on it yesterday afternoon, evening, and night… and there were humans galloping up and down the lane singing and shouting. There was no problems though, just humans enjoying themselves, and was nothing compared to what those lunatics over there at the stinky old swamp put us through, in fact, there was nothing wrong with it at all. It just goes to show the kind of hell that we have to put up with, thanks those demonised lunatics. The heat was terrible yesterday, but still, a herd of drunken old trollops were out there getting their big, fat, leathery odd hides burnt in the sun. They were still out there cackling and snorting when I went down there to get out of the way with Molly last night. It was so hot up here, I did not bother getting on the bed until much later than usual, and even with the not so new, not so scary old fan turned on full, it was still awful in here. I did eventually fall asleep, and woke up in bed, then when I woke up fifteen minutes before I used to get up at. I think if I went to sleep four hours before I used to get up at, I would still wake up early. I fed poor Percy and George, but I think that George ate most of it, so I had to let her out so that poor Percy could have something to eat. She was not too happy about that, but it could not be helped, and I had put some ham out there for her. I gave poor Percy a packet of beefy stuff with some salmony squirty things on top, and got back up here before I caused any more trouble. It is getting as it was when I was a kid, the only difference is that now I do not get a punch in my head. Somethings huge breakfasts are sizzling away down there, and even though I have that newfangled fan whizzing away at 12 right beside me, I can still feel the heat… I hate to think what it is going to be like when its dinners are roasting away. I am sorry little girl, the heat is doing my head in, I cannot tap down any more… something has to have its Sunday gobbling’s, no matter how much it affects anyone else. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too you beautiful, brave little girl. XxX