Good morning beautiful Topsy. My poor Mum came home early yesterday afternoon little girl, it is hard to think that she had been in there for just over a month, it should have been just twelve days, but that spluttering old crow gave her covid. Of course, I caught that off my poor Mum, and somehow gave it to my little sister… how I do not know, as I kept out the way even more than I usually have to. Now our poor Mum is back, things are returning to how they used to be, with me being interrupted, and in the way. I gave our poor Mum time to settle in yesterday, then went down there to tell her about poor Molly, as she was waiting to see her. Of course, I was not even allowed to do that, as in between me sobbing, and trying to tell my Mum what happened, my sister insisted on keeping on butting in with this and that, and corrected me when I told my Mum that Molly passed away in my hands. She said it as an irritating song goes, and I had just about managed to put it out of my head for about a week. Now she has made it come back, and that is all that is bouncing around in my stupid head. I got my drink for last evening ready early yesterday afternoon, which was just as well, as something barged me out of the way to go trundling round to the chip shop for piles of burgers, and God knows what else. I had started getting hungry, and stupidly thought that I would be allowed to get myself a small bowl of noodles without getting in anyone’s way last evening… of course, that was not going to happen. When I went into the kitchen, all the chip wrapping and empty burger boxes had just bern stuffed on Charlie’s chair by the fridge. There was also a full rubbish bag there, which had not been moved all week, just left there, had I dared to touch, it something would have been said, so I left it well alone. The only rubbish I have had this week is an empty milk bottle, and what those noodles were in last evening, and they go straight in the bin outside. There has been a bagful of catfood wrappers, but I threw them in the bin as well. I had another good nights sleep last night little girl, but woke up several times calling for Molly, and only got up this morning ten minutes before I used to get up at, and I called out for Molly as I did so. George ran in when I opened the garden doors, and I gave her four packets of food when I got back… I gave that little black kitten a packet of food as well, but then had to get out the way. George had two more packets of food before she wanted to go out when I went down there to make the coffee, then when I took my poor Mum her coffee, something was waiting for me to get out of the way. After a while, I stupidly thought that I could go back down there to show my poor Mum some photos of Molly… I should not have caused any bother, but of course, I did. As I was sat there in a chair showing my poor Mum Molly’s photos, my sister decided to suddenly appear. Seeing as I was sitting in HER chair, which I had to get when the evil old ogre said that he had no money, she sarcastically apologised for getting up. I apologised for being there, and got up to get out of the way, and that made her go back upstairs with the hump… which has most probably lit the fuse for an almighty row on Christmas day, and I will be blamed. I was feeling depressed enough as it was little girl, but now with this, I am feeling even lower. Sorry I am late, I will not be tomorrow. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XxX