Good morning beautiful TopTops. I am sorry yet again little girl, I only found out this morning that I had not been on here to Charlie for a week, so that must be the same for little you. I thought that I came on here over the weekend, but I did not, with all the walking that I have been doing, I do not know what I am doing. I have walked almost four-hundred miles so far this month, and walking that many miles on pavements and nasty old scary roads is a lot more harder than it is on a treadmill. I have have had to leave here much earlier than I used to, as I was getting in somethings way, I left at half six yesterday, and I walked through two parks before I got to the hospital, so I walked even more until it was time to go in and see my poor Mum. I had walked about ten miles, I sat down, took my boots off, then in less than an hour , they moved my poor Mum to another home. It is a very nice home, and it is not as far away as I have been walking, but I do not know how to walk there. I had to leave an hour before I usually do to get back here to feed George, and asked dopey siri for nasty old dirty, filthy odd bus stops to go to… I was sent to two that were wrong, so I asked for taxi offices. I was sent to one that had been closed down for what looked like ages, then to one that had been knocked down and had posh flats there. I finally found one, and had to wait an hour for a driver, and he dropped me off in town, and I walked back here. As I came through the big old gates, poor George came to meet me, then ran to the garden doors. I let her in, gave her some food, ran myself a nice hot bath, then gave George some more food, after I had let George out, I soaked in the bath for as long as I could possibly be allowed, then got out, dried myself, and got out of the way. I was not in there more than twenty minutes… twenty-five at the most, as something that has not been here for over four months was here. The late afternoon, evening, and night was ruined, I was lucky to get myself a couple of cheese and pickle sandwiches. When I had got up here, my little sister tried to move, but that great articulated thing flew off its settee, and to the front-room door in seconds… which is amazing for something with rheumatism and arthritis in its back legs. It, and that evil old ogre managed to catch that off of my poor Mum when she was diagnosed with it, they both managed to catch it at the same time. The evil old ogreing lunatic thought he had caught asthma from me, and then he thought that he was had the same terrible headaches that I was having. The deranged odd ogre even pushed me out the way at the doctors because he said that his stupid head hurt more than mine did, and that he was important anyway. He even thought that he would have to have holes drilled in his head as well, but then, he somehow managed to make a miraculous recovery. My little sister could not even get herself anything to eat last evening, as that thing would want to know where its food was, yet it had been gobbling all day. When I went down there one last time last night, I had to get out of the way even quicker than I usually do, but I still ended up getting in bed later than I had the night before. I had to get up for a drink a couple of times, and I woke up to look at the time, but at least I had a lay in this morning. It was an hour before I used to get up, but the two nights before had been awful, and I just wanted to go back to sleep. Of course, I could not, as I had to take the rubbish out, but at least I was able to feed George, Thomas, and that black and white kitten. Of course, I had to get out the way quickly, and got up here with my coffee and biscuits before I got in anyones snorting way. I left here just after two hours to midday to take Tiddles to the vets, but I was in for a surprise. When I had staggered up there with her, I was told that the appointment was for next week, dopey me had wrote it down a week early. As soon as I got back here, I got my backpack, and went into town, when of course, as I got down the lane, it started raining. It was only spitting though, and when I came out of the shop, that blasted great thing in the sky had come out. By the time I got back here, it had got dark, so it might rain again as it did last night. I looked out there into the garden, and George ran off, so I opened the garden doors, called her, and she came running inside. I gave George another pack of food, and tried to keep her in, but she wanted to go out at the big scary old door. There are a herd of big-mouthed, screaming, bellowing, squawking little lunatics out there in the lane, and one of them is that screaming little coo from over the back there. I am going to put up with it for as long as I can, then I will loose it. I have already lost it this week, and shouted at that lunatic who laughs like a horse would laugh, so I will have no problem with a screaming little lunatic, that must be somehow related to that squawking abomination that lives at the stinky old swamp. I will try to remember not to take so long next time. I love you so much TopTops, I do love you little girl, and I do miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful, brave, beloved little girl. XxX