Good morning beautiful Topsy. I cleared that box out little girl, and took a bin bag out there to the bin, but something had already half-filled it with a load of its rubbish, and had also stuffed a the cardboard and paper bin half-full, and that had only been emptied the day before. Whenever I try to do something, it will find a way to stop me, it is awful trying to have a clean up in here, as it will go out of its way to stop me, just as that evil old ogre would do. It had gone out when I took the rubbish out there to the bins, and I had just got back up here in time before it came crashing through the big scary old door backwards. It was over two hours before I was going to feed George and Thomas, so I stupidly thought that everything would be okay. However, just minutes before I was going to go down there, I heard it come crashing through the big scary old door again… I did not hear it go slithering out again, and it usually makes a lot of noise. Ten minutes later, up the stairs it came clomping, and went into its cave… it is like history repeating itself little girl. I did not care, snd went down there, opened the garden doors, and George ran in, but there was no sign of Thomas. George had her usual three packs of food, and then I let her out, as something was waiting for me to get out of the way. I had only been sat down a few minutes when I heard another stinking pest, a greedy, fat, selfish pigeon out there by the bird basket. I had only filled it with nuts, suet pellets, and nuts the day before… how the fat, stinking things know I shall never know. I shooed the blasted thing away, but it came back, so I squirted it in its fat, greedy, beady-eyed, selfish face, and it went. After I had got back up here, the rest of the afternoon was awful, and there was another stinking thing creeping around in here. When I was allowed back down there to get my noodles ready, I had only been in the kitchen a few minutes, when George started crying loudly. The way that she was going on, anyone would think that she was starving, and had not already eaten six packets of food. I could not help but shout and swear, I had had an awful day, I was hungry, and George wanted feeding again. I took out a packet of ham that I had started on, gave her that, apologised, then started on my noodles. I felt so depressed that I did not think that I would eat them, but I was so hungry, I had to eat them. After I had been down there one last time last night, and had then got out of somethings way again, I did not bother getting into bed early, and just sat here. I took some stuff to make me sleep, and when I did get into bed, my head hit the pillows earlier than the night before. I was hoping that I would sleep in for a while, but no, I woke up early again, looked at the time on my phone, and it was a certain amount of minutes past the hour. I fed George and Thomas, and when I had got up here, I looked at the time, and it was exactly an hour after I had looked at it before. I hate that number little girl, it is the date that the evil old ogre was born on, and it is the date that poor Molly crossed the Rainbow Bridge on, and I must see it at least twenty times a day. I feel so down that I cannot think of much else to tell you little girl. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful, brave little girl. XxX