Good morning beautiful Topsy. I am sorry little girl, but things have bern so hectic this week, and dopey me thought that things would be getting back to normal now that my poor Mum was home. It was bad enough being in somethings way when ever I went downstairs, but now, as soon as I go down there, an ignorant, woolly-headed odd carer will come bang-bang-banging on the big scary old door, and not only do I have to get out the way, but my little sister does as well. They never arrive when they are supposed to, and turn up whenever it is dinner time, no matter what time it is changed to, then they arrive at night at whatever time that I try to go downstairs one last time. We were so worried about our poor Mum the other day, I had to call for an ambulance, but first of all, it was decided that one was not going to be sent. I was told to call another number, which is very annoying, they made me wait an hour, but by then, I had called another ambulance. This time they sent one, but the two blokes decided that it was not urgent enough, and after a few tests, off they went. On top of that, those dratsab foxes have bern at Mollys little resting place again, I could hardly walk back from town yesterday, and I have had to go to the doctors twice this week… three days ago, and again tomorrow. I have only eaten a couple of sandwiches this week, about a bowl of corn flakes, a victoria sponge cake, a few brownies, and a bowl of ice cream. That evil old ogre would get that down himself in a few minutes, and that would be before breakfast, elevenses, lunch, dinner, tea, supper, and cheese and crackers at ten… with snacking in between. I am running very late today little girl, not as late as yesterday, but still late… things should be back to normal very soon. I love you so much Topsy, I do love you little girl, and I do miss you, I love you and miss you so much you beautiful, brave, precious little girl. XxX