Good morning beautiful Topsy. It was another terribly hot day yesterday little girl, poor Tiddles did not know what she was doing, and fell off my little sisters lap. I thought that she might have a furball, but she did not, it must have been the heat. We were told that there was going to be a thunderstorm yesterday afternoon, but it never arrived, all those lying odd weathering people get right is the heat, so they get paid ten of thousands of pounds for lying to us, just as everyone else does. That sewn-together, genetically-modified, inbred, mutated, psychopathic, gibbering, twitching lunatic from the stinking old swamp had one of its turns yesterday. It was screaming, screeching, and squawking so loudly, we could clearly hear it here, it went absolutely potty. The telly had to be turned onto the music channel, and that turned up very loud so that the crazed loony could be blocked out. If there had been a thunderstorm, it would have been even pottier than that. I still felt awful, and just kept drinking and drinking, I do not know how much I have to drink before I start to feel better, all I do know is, more was coming up when I was choking than I had swallowed. I just could not see my poor Mum today little girl, I do not have the strength to go up and down the stairs, though I managed to go out five and four days ago. I do not know what is wrong now, I have been writing to Molly, Charlie, and now you for nearly five hours, yet I have not finished. I wrote a load of stuff to you all three days ago, I do not think that I have done anything as I did then, and I was finished way before an hour to midday. I am sorry little girl, I cannot think of anything else to tell you, I feel absolutely awful. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much too, you beautiful, brave, precious little girl. XxX