Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was yet another depressing day little girl, and as usual, I was in the way whenever I dared to go downstairs, and something would be waiting for me to get back up here out of their way. Yesterday, there were yet more very loud bang-bang-bangs on the big scary old door, and whoever it was, was not satisfied with banging on the knocker as loudly and as long as they could, they then bang-bang-banged on the big scary door as well. If that was not bad enough, there was a couple of dogs barking out there, and they sounded just the same as that evil old swamp-witches did. It could not have been them though, as I have not heard them for a very long time, not since around the time that that screaming lunatic arrived. I let George in for food when I went down there to the kitchen late yesterday afternoon, she ate a packet of Molly’s game food, then wanted to stay in… I could not risk it though, not after what she has done. I was hoping that George would come crying at the garden doors while I was cooking my noodles last evening, but she did not, so I was back up here out of the way quicker than normal. Something was barging down the hallway before I had even got a forkful of noodles in my mouth. It was so cold that I had to turn the heating on downstairs for my poor Mum, even if the heater in here was working, I could not have it turned on, as it costs about £25 to have the heating on for about five hours. Poor Tiddles was huddled around a radiator when I took her chicken soup and medicine in to her last night, and would not come out for it. Of course, I could not hang around, as something was waiting for me to get out of the way, but she had finished it when I went down there for the last time last night… I had to get out of the way quickly then as well. It was so cold, and I was so tired, I had wanted to get in bed early, but somehow, I managed to get in there later than ever, though I did have a good nights sleep. I had a dream about Molly, who flew up to the corner of the kitchen where the fridge is, and swept away some cobwebs. Where that dream came from I do not know, but I woke up as the dream finished, and spoke it all into my phone before I forgot it. I was awake early again, but went back to sleep, and woke up about five minutes before I did yesterday. When I got down there to the kitchen, I opened the garden doors, and George ran in before I could call her. She ate three of Molly’s foods in about twenty minutes, two game, and one duck, which was poor Percy’s favourite. I had to let her out, as I only left her down there for about twenty minutes yesterday when she had messed everywhere, I do not know why this has started all of a sudden. After I had let George out, I got back up here out of the way, but I was in the way again about five minutes after I went back down there to make the coffee. George did not cry to come in, which was just as well. I do not think that I had got sat down before something was barging down the hallway, and I will be going down there to the kitchen soon, where I will be in the way again. I will be lucky if I will have the time to make the bed, and even though I have heard the boiler burning away non-stop for the past half hour, there will still be huge breakfast plates on the dining table waiting to be washed. That huge bill will be magically paid though little girl, just as every other one is… I wonder if I could eat every two days again. 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