Good morning beautiful Topsy. It was still raining at midday the day before yesterday when I was allowed down there to the kitchen. Poor Percy was still in, but I had to put him out, even though I did not want to, and then I had to get the washing out of the scary old washing machine, and shove more in there again, as nobody else could be bothered. My poor Mum could not, my sister was too busy playing that blasted computer came, and something else was probably gobbling. I started the scary old washing machine when I got down there, and it ran for three hours, and stopped just as I made the coffee, and was just left there for another four hours until dopey me staggered down there… in a normal house, another wash could have been done in that time, but not this house. While I was doing all that, something was snorting away like an old boiler, waiting for me to get out of its way. I would have liked to have been out in that rain, but the rubbish blokes had come too late. I wanted to leave here as early as I could yesterday, but I could not even do that, though when I did leave, I got a nice surprise. It was lovely and cold, there was a lot of fog, and it was wonderful walking into town, I could not believe how cold it was. I could not get all that I wanted in the big shoppy place, the shelf where the carrot cakes and lemon slices usually are was cleared again, so there was me having to go without once more. I did get six dinners for myself, well, six lots of noodles anyway. When I left there, the fog had gone, and it was no longer cold, as that big bubbly odd thing in the sky was burning away, it was awful staggering home. At least poor Percy was still in, but something was waiting for me to get out of its gobbling way, so I had to get up here quickly. I has to get out the way quickly at midday, late afternoon, evening, and night, and halfway through the afternoon, that dribbling lunatic started with its insane screaming and squawking. To my surprise, I had a goodish kind of night, and woke up this morning just twenty minutes before I used to get up at. When I got down there to the kitchen, I opened the garden doors, but poor Percy and George did not come running in… though they eventually arrived, and I gave them their food. George did not want to go out when she had finished, so I left her down there with poor Percy for a while, then let her out, and gave Percy his usual. When I went back down there to make the coffee, poor Percy has hardly touched his food, but he had got it late. When I took my poor Mum her coffee, something was stuck there, waiting for me to get out of its way… I made sure I saw poor Percy again before I had to get back up here out of its gobbling, thundering, spoilt way. It is another rotten odd bank holiday weekend again little girl, and I have one of those horrible feelings that that deranged lunatic will be starting, in fact, I expect it very soon. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too you beautiful brave little girl. XxX