Good morning beautiful Topsy. I was awake at three and a half hours past midnight yesterday morning little girl, and despite drinking a lovely mug of coffee made with four teaspoons of brown sugar, and cream, I was very tired when I left here two hours later. I have to leave that early little girl, because as usual, I am in the way… I am in the way when I get up, I am in the way when I feed poor George, I am in the way when I get a wash and brush my teeth, and I am in the way afterwards too. Something will be waiting in one of the rooms, peering out into the hallway through a crack in the doorway, thinking that I cannot see it, as soon as I leave, it will go back to bed until three hours to midday, or longer. I am usually arriving to visit my poor Mum at three hours to midday little girl, and that is after walking for almost three and a half hours… three days ago, thanks to that lot, I walked for another hour and a half, I had 30,000 steps on my phone, and my feet hurt terribly. I was dreading getting there yesterday little girl, I got caught at that nasty old scary rail-crossing, despite missing it for three mornings on the trot. On top of that, some odd human decided to come along a road that takes me forty-five minutes to walk along, and turn in without even signalling until the last moment, just as I was halfway across the driveway to a stinking, blasted football club training ground. The gates are never open that early, but just had to be as I came staggering along. I have already had to walk that side of the road, as nasty old scary cars back out of hidden driveways, just as I am passing, or suddenly appear out of nasty old scary side-roads. I cannot even hear most of the blasted things now, as they creep around like an evil old ogre with four nasty old scary wheels, and are just as dangerous. After walking for three and a half, I got to the home, was allowed in, and made my way to my poor Mum’s room where I expected the door to be slammed shut. It was not though, so I went in, closed the door, kissed my poor Mum good morning, sat down, and took my boots off. I had just done so, when someone just came bsrging in with a bowl of gruel for my poor Mum, everyone else gets a proper cooked breakfast, if my poor Mum asks for scrambled eggs, they will arrive cold until she gets fed up with them, everyone elses will be piping hot. I put my boots back on, and went to buy my poor Mum something to eat, I had to get some cash anyway. I went to the shop that is the same as in town, for a packet of chicken pieces that my poor Mum likes likes. I have git them fir her for a while, but of course, when I got to the fridge, the whole shelf had been cleared, so I had to go back empty-handed. Of course though, there were more things going to go wrong for dopey me… half an hour before I usually leave, someone came barging into the room, so I had to leave, and I could not even say goodbye to my poor Mum properly. At the beginning of the week, there were lying weathery warnings of thundering old thunderstorms all week, with lots of rain. I took my hoodie with me, but of course, none arrived, and it was scorchingly hot on the way home every day, yesterday was even hotter. I was so tired and confused that I did not put any suncream on my arms or neck, which I should not be doing anyway, not with almost just two months until the end of the year… there should be frost, and freezing mornings. It was awful walking home, I got in the way of ignorant, sweaty odd joggers, who muttered when I dared to be in the way of their own personal path, and dog walkers, who deliberately crossed my path, despite me getting out of their way. The worst though, are those lunatics that pedal around on childrens toys, there are paths for humans to walk along, and special paths for those idiots to pedal along, but they think that the whole path is for them, and get angry when I will not move. I was about half an hour from home, when something told me to go into town… I tried to get some biscuits that I like the day before, but as usual, they had all been grabbed. I took a chance, and walked into town, even though it would take me a further half an hour to get home, and the shelves were full of the biscuits that I like. I did not want to be greedy, so I just took enough biscuits to last me a couple of months, it only cost about £12, for a change, it was not that blasted number. On the way home, I got my little sister something to eat, when I got in, I fed George, then took my boots off, changed, then went and sat with my little sister and poor Tiddles for a couple of hours. I was very hungry, my greedy odd stomach had been growling since before midday, but it could wait until lunchtime. I did not know what to get though, I had a couple of cheese and pickle sandwiches the evening before, but I was so hungry, I had choked on the first half a sandwich. I settled for a bowl of ice-cream, but I almost choked on that as well, despite using a teaspoon to eat it. I do that to make it last longer, and because I cannot shove tablespoons in my mouth like that evil old ogre could, and something else can. I fell asleep while watching the telly, and wanted to get to bed early, even though my poor Mum had told me to stay at home because I was so tired yesterday. My little sister managed to keep me down there for much longer than usual though. I did not get into bed until much later than usual, and hoped for a good nights sleep, after all, I had walked over a hundred miles in five days. I had an awful night though little girl, I had to keep getting up for drinks, I kept waking up, was awake at the usual time, but managed to get back to sleep. I woke up ten minutes before I used to get up at, and still did not want to get up, but I had to, as poor George was waiting to bed fed… whenI let her in, there were no other cats out there. When she had finished, George did not want to go out, but I was already in the way, and she made me raise my voice, but I will apologise when I feed her later. I will be here tomorrow little girl, I do not think that I would have made it to that nasty old scary train-crossing thing this morning, let alone all the way there then back again. I love you so much Topsy, I do love you little girl, and I do miss you, I miss you so much too, you beautiful, brave, beloved little girl. XxX