Good morning beautiful Topsy. It was the same old thing yesterday little girl, poor Percy did not want to go out, but he had to, then I was told that something was waiting for me to get out of its way. In the late afternoon, I had to get out the way even quicker, because something was waiting for a good feed, then in the evening, I had to get back up here because it was waiting for me to get out of its way so that it could was its plates. I had just enough time to get some coffee and walnut cake. When I went down there to get out the way with Molly last night, I had to get out the way quickly because something was waiting to go down to the kitchen. The only good things about yesterday, was seeing my poor Mum, and not having to put up with any screaming from that lunatic from over the fence. I was so tired that I can just about remember getting in bed, and my head hitting the pillows, and then I was away… the next thing I knew, I was being woken up at around the usual time. I have no idea how many times I woke up during the night, but I was awake early again this morning, and poor Percy was crying at the garden doors when I got down there. When I let him in, I called out for George, who soon arrived, so I gave them their food, let George out with ham, gave Percy his usual, then got up here out the way. I went back down there to see poor Percy a couple of times, but did not notice that his plate was clear until I went to make the coffee. By then, I had to let Percy out, as it is the day where more food is eaten than ever, and he did not want to go out. He could not stay in though, on a Sunday, he is wanted in the kitchen about the same as I am at any other time, at least he gets to stay there in one day than I am allowed to during the other six days. I came up here for Molly, but of course, something was already stuck there, waiting for me to get out of its way when I took my poor Mum her coffee, so I got back up here with Molly as quickly as I could. Not long after I had gotten sat down here, some hammering and banging started up over there at that house where all the shouting goes on, and it was very loud. If that was not enough, not long ago, I heard some swearing and shouting, and I hoped so much that it was not who I dreaded it to be… it was though, as I have just heard a deep-voiced old trollop at the fence. It sounds as if today is going to be as bad as it was the day before yesterday, and I can see that lunatic screaming away until the late evening, maybe until night if I am lucky. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XxX