Good morning beautiful Topsy. I called an ambulance for my poor Mum two weeks ago little girl, as my little sister and I thought our poor Mum was unwell… a district nurse said the same thing. When the ambulance came, they looked at our poor Mum, did a few tests, decided that she was all right, and had a go at us for overreacting. Yesterday, a doctor called me, and told me that I had to call an ambulance, which I asked her to do, as it is better coming from her. An ambulance arrived two hours later, an my poor Mum had the same thing that we thought she had two weeks ago. My poor Mum wanted my little sister to go with her, but something else went, which for us, is the best thing that has happened since our poor Mum came home. That terrible feeling in the room was gone, and I was in that room for the longest time since twenty-two days ago. My poor Mum is in the same hospital that she was in late last year, which is close to home. When I caught covid off that bow-legged old crow last year, I phoned my poor Mum on an evening, and they started to reject my calls. They rejected my calls about six times one evening, and I got so angry, I shouted at Molly, but I was not angry at her, I was angry at them. The next morning, Molly screamed out, and crossed over the Rainbow Bridge, I will feel guilty for that for the rest of my rotten stinking life. I have to go into town first little girl, but I am going to see my poor Mum as soon as I get back. I am sorry that this is short little girl, I am going to write to you all today, and it is fourteen months since poor Percy disappeared. In six days, it will be four years since I found poor Jenny in the garden, then ten days after that, it will be your seventh Angel Day… just under six months after that, it will be Charlies ninth Angel Day. I love you so much Topsy, I do love you little girl, and I do miss you, I love you and I miss you so much, you beautiful, brave, previous little girl. XxX