Good morning beautiful Topsy. To my surprise, it stayed nice and quiet yesterday morning, but when I was allowed down there to the kitchen just before midday, I was expected to let poor Percy out as usual, and I do not like having to do that. He jumped down from Charlie’s chair by the fridge, and went to get some food from his plate before I let him out, but he could not get anything, because something had moved it out of the way. How a small plate can be in anythings way, I do not know. I had to let poor Percy out before I saw where his plate was, but when I saw it, I took it out there for him. As I went out there, he was drinking rainwater from an old bowl out there, so I came in to get him a bowl of water. By the time that I went out there, George had pushed poor Percy out of the way, and was gobbling his food down, so he had nothing. That brings back memories of a certain evil old ogre doing the same to me, as he was fed up with me stuffing my face, when he could have had two dinners. After I had made my poor Mum her tea, I got back up here out of the way until the late afternoon, where I was in the way again when I got down there, as something was waiting for a huge fry-up to shovel down. By the time that I went back down there to get something to eat, and be in the way again, I was starving, and had to have a big bowl of noodles… I will not be doing that again until the end of next week, and that is if I can. I did feel a lot better after I had eaten them though. I had heard one of those pot-bellied old trollops from over there at the stinky old swamp mooing and bellowing out there earlier, and when I went down there to get out the way with Molly last night, that fat-tongued lunatic started bellowing and hooting. Thankfully, it did not last for long, and I got in bed a bit earlier than usual, but it did not matter, as I had another awful night, and was awake early again. I fed poor Percy and George, but I think that George ate most of the food. She ran to the garden doors when I turned the water on, so I let her out with ham, gave poor Percy his usual, then got up here before I was knocked down. Something was stuck there waiting for me to get out of its way when I took my poor Mum her coffee, so I just went back down to see poor Percy, then up here I got. One of those old trollops was going on about a squawky things ‘birday,’ as the daft old tart called it, the other day… so I am expecting one of those horrible days today. It should be kicking off at any time soon, with booze, drugs, terrible bongo music, and a load more stuff… maybe it will not happen, but there is more chance in me being allowed downstairs for more than half an hour. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XxX