Good morning beautiful Topsy. I had the same old thing when I dared to go down there to the kitchen just before midday yesterday little girl, as something was waiting to wash its licked clean plates that it had been gobbling from around two hours beforehand. All that time the wobbling coo had to wash them up, but no, it waits until dopey daft me comes staggering downstairs before deciding to do them. I had just enough time to make the bed, and make my poor Mum her cup of tea. I had to turn the newfangled fan almost on full because of somethings huge dinners roasting away in the big old oven, and about two hours after midday, I thought that I heard a strange sound coming from over there at the stinking old swamp. I could only turn the fan off for less than a minute, and tried to make out what the noise was… and then I realised. A swamp-thing, a bow-legged old trollop, or the evil old swamp-witch had given that hyperactive screaming lunatic a pogo-sticky thing. It was bouncing around the filthy old swamp like a deranged, mutated, half-baked kangaroo, and then the insane screaming’s started. I had to turn the telly on and watch an old film with the sound turned up halfway, just to block its inhuman squawking’s, but I had to turn it up even louder when a pot-bellied, huge-reared, bow-legged old trollop came waddling out with another squawky thing, and started wee-wee-weeing, and woo-woo-wooing with it, the noise was awful, it sounded like a constipated elk. It had stopped by the time that I went down there in the late afternoon, where I just happened to be in the way again, as something was waiting to be fed large roasted dinners. I was so hungry when I was allowed back down there, I had to have a big bowl of noodles, but when I had got them ready, back up here I had to get, as something was waiting to go thundering down the hallway. I also had to get out of the way when I went down there to bring Molly up here last night. I got in bed as soon as I could, was soon asleep, but was soon awake again. I woke up about three times during the night, woke up this morning an hour before I used to get up at, and dearly wanted to go back to sleep. Of course, that was not going to happen, so I got up, and went to feed poor Percy and George. Percy ran in as soon as I opened the garden doors, but I had to go out there and call for George… and I am sure that I heard a knock-kneed old trollop out there with its big cakehole going. It was not even light yet, but I could hear the same annoying, grating, voice, and at that time of the morning too. When George came skidding in, I gave her and Percy their food, and when George had finished, she wanted to go straight back out… I gave poor Percy his usual, then got back up here before I caused any more snortiness. I went back down there to see Percy, then when I went to make the coffee, I somehow managed to be in the way again… I think it is going to be another week of it. After I had taken my poor Mum her coffee, I went and gave poor Percy another pack of food, then up here I got out of the way again. 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