Good morning beautiful Topsy. The day before yesterday stayed quiet little girl, right up until I went down there to get out of the way with Molly, then that woolly eyebrowed lunatic came out, and screamed as loudly as its inbred, mutated lungs would allow it. If I had not had to get out of that snorting coos way straight away, I would have got back up here that quick anyway. I was very tired, but still had an awful night, and was awake very early yesterday mornings. I fed poor Percy and George, and after I had let George out with ham, I got out of the way before I was flattened. I wanted to leave here as early as I could to get my dopey daft head sheared, and took my poor Mum her coffee more than half an hour earlier than I usually do… and stuck there on a heavily reinforced settee was something waiting for me to get out of its way. I somehow managed to keep the hairy-handed coo waiting for nearly forty minutes this morning. It was very dark when I left here, and I hoped that I would get caught in a lot of rain, but by the time I had taken the long walk to the barber, not a drop of rain had fallen, it had just got hotter. When my dopey, dented head had been sheared, I took the even longer walk in to town, where it just got hotter and hotter… I was so glad to get to the big shoppy place, as it was so nice and cold in there. I managed to get nearly everything that was wanted, all except carrot cakes and lemony slicey things. The whole shelf had been cleared, I could not believe it, the shelves are usually packed, and all I take is four of each, as that does me for seven dinners, with one left over. If ever my poor Mum, my sister, or dopey me found something that we liked, that evil old ogre would go and buy every last one that he could for himself, just to spite us… of course, that could not have been him, but it made me thing of him. It was now very bright, and much more hotter, and I staggered back here to expect the usual thing. I scared a poor black and white cat that looked just like poor Blackie when I got to the gates, but I called it, and it was just going to come to me when poor Percy came to meet me. I stroked him and made a fuss of him, then when I looked around, that cat had gone, but I am sure that I will see it again. Of course, something was waiting for me to get out of its way as soon as I stepped through the big scary old door, but I came up here for Molly, who flew down the stairs. I put the shopping away, got out of the way, and when I went back down to make the coffee, it was waiting for me to get out the way again, and in the late afternoon as well. About an hour before I go down there to get out of that coos way, and try to get something to eat, I was very hungry, and wanted some noodles. When I went back down there, and was in the hallway, I opened the bathroom door, which is always left open, to find that someone had been in there just before I came down. That was one of the evil old ogres favourite tricks, and it makes me so angry, if it is closed this evening, Molly can go in the hallway. I had to get out the way when I went back down there to give Tiddley her food, then again it was waiting for me to get out of its way when I went down there to get up here with Molly. As each day goes by, it gets more and more as it was when I was a kid… the only difference being that my poor Mum is not forced to work Christmas Day and Boxing Day, and I am not beaten. I was glad to get in bed last night, but I do not think I had a good night, I am almost falling asleep sitting here. I woke up half an hour earlier than I used to get up at, crawled out of bed, and went down there to feed poor Percy and George. I gave them their food, let George out with ham, gave poor Percy his usual, then got out the way. Of course, there was something stuck there waiting for me to get out of its snorting way when I took my poor Mum’s coffee in to her, but I gave poor Percy more food first. Molly flew off down the stairs as soon as I opened the door, and when I had got her and my dopey self out the way once more, I collapsed in this chur. All morning that old walrus will have to do what it wants, but as soon as I am allowed back down there just before midday, it will be stuck there, popeye arms folded, and be waiting for me to get out of its way. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX