Good morning beautiful Topsy. I have managed to get in the way on an afternoon when I feed George and Thomas little girl, even after moving from the time that I was feeding them. It is just how it was when that evil old ogre was here, no matter what time I choose to go down there, I am somehow in the way. I thought that those days were all over and done with, but it has gotten worse since he went, and in the past week, it has just got even more worse than that. I accidentally ordered kitten food instead of the usual stuff the other day, George and Thomas are addicted to it, George gets through a packet before I can finish putting six teaspoons of brown sugar into two mugs. As with George yesterday, I was hungry, but I had to wait until last evening to have a large bowl of noodles and a hot drink, which filled me. I was very tired by the time that I had to get out of the way last night, and was in bed earlier than the night before. My head hit the pillows earlier as well, but I was soon awake again and again. As usual, I do not have any idea if I had a good night, but I woke up this morning almost twenty minutes after I did on that horrible Tuesday morning eighty-two days ago. I did not want to get out of bed, but I did, as George would be waiting, and I had a look to see if that stinking thing was in a trap… it was not. George came running in as soon as I opened the garden doors, but there was no sign of Thomas. George had three packs of food, and I let her out with a great lump of ham. I know I must say it all the time, but I cannot understand how or why she eats so much, she has been the same for as long as I have known her. After I had let George out, I got back up here out of the way for over two hours, but when I went back down there to make the coffee, I was in somethings way. It made sure that I got back up here as quickly as possible, and I hoped that Thomas would be out there, but he was not. It was not long before my little sister had to cook its huge fried breakfasts, yet it is still after one of its arguments. I think that it is going to get one today, as it has been giving my little sister and me the most hateful looks. We have not had such hateful looks since that evil old ogre used to give them to us, I could not even do one, yet that thing does them all the time, it comes naturally. That blasted mouse has just started mooching around, after I have made my poor Mum her tea, this room is coming apart. I feel very depressed little girl, I keep calling out for Molly, I cannot help but fuss over my poor Mum, but something does not like my little sister or me doing so. That is something else that the evil old ogre did not like us doing, as according to him, we were crawling for affection, which had not even entered our minds. Another awful afternoon awaits little girl. I love you so much Topsy, I do love you little girl, and I do miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful, brave little girl. XxX