Good morning beautiful Topsy. It was another horrible day yesterday little girl, not only was I shouting out Molly’s name during the day, I was also informed that I did it during the night as well. I cannot help it, that image of Molly running across the bed to greet me, then crying out when I turned my back for a second is burnt into my memory, and keeps playing back. I have also just found out that a nice lady who leaves Charlie, Molly, and you messages, has passed away. It is so sad. There was so many bang-bang-bangs on the big scary old door yesterday that I lost count. I had to get out of the way so quickly at midday, I forgot to get my drink ready for the evening, but as I got up here and sat down, there was more bang-bang-bangs on the big scary old door. I spent the afternoon reading through things that I had told Charlie about Molly, but I had also told Charlie about that evil old ogre who would be always barging me out of the way whenever I tried to go downstairs. It was no better when he was not here, as then something else would barge me out of the way as well. In the stuff that I was telling Charlie, I had just started eating hard-boiled egg salad rolls at around eight in the evening, and that was the one snd only food that I had eaten all day. He had already smelt the salad with his great big bulbous nose, and was raking through the fridge looking for it. If I had not hidden it from the greedy old pig, he would have probably gobbled it down. He did find the tomatoes in the end, and went out to buy his fat, greedy, spoilt self exactly the same ones, hoping that he would get an argument, but he did not. I know that he found out about the boiled eggs, and just could not resist doing the exact same thing, only he shovelled down about six on a morning for one of his breakfasts. Everything I did, he had to do, and had done so since I was a kid. I found it very annoying then, but would get shouted at, and told to grow up by the idiot. Unbelievably, something else is just the same with my poor Mum and little sister, it is how it manages to get most of the arguments going. It knows full well just how it infuriates my poor Mum and sister, and when it has got its argument, it can bellow, shout, and slam doors as hard as it possibly can… just how that evil old ogre would do. George messed in the kitchen yesterday morning, so she is not allowed to stay in anymore, and it is all my fault, as I have her some of poor Percy’s liver sausage squirty things. I gave her one four days ago, and she went potty for it, so I gave her three more. I let George in when I got up this morning, and gave her four packets of food, but she wanted to go out when I went down to make the coffee. I will feed her again when I am allowed back down there just before midday. I am sorry I am late again little girl, I have been tapping away for over four hours. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much too you beautiful, brave little girl. XxX