Good morning beautiful Topsy. I am sorry that I keep forgetting to come in here to you little girl, I used to be able to after I had finished writing to Charlie, but then Molly was snatched away. I still found time though little girl, but just lately, I have been getting lots of blasted messages, ordering me downstairs, even before I have finished writing to Charlie. I am so sick and tired of it, but I cannot say anything, I have been downstairs more times in the past eighty-two days than I have since I was a kid, and I do not like it. I have not seen that tiny black and white cat for almost six weeks little girl, but one of her tiny white and black kittens came in the other day. I fed her, but I have not seen her since, and seeing as they both came from that stinky old swamp, I do not suppose I will again. The poor Burmese cat disappeared almost five years ago, and I have not seen Thomas for almost eight months. They are such evil odd things little girl, almost as bad as that tail-stomping, paw-treading, evil old ogre was, and that is saying something. Everything is so upsetting little girl, the big old shouty, slammy thing is back as it used to be, doing all it can to cause trouble. It looking for an argument most days, but even so, in six days, I have managed to have more to eat, than I have in the past five years. I have had three lots of scrambled eggs on toast in six days, when I first had that, I had not eaten an egg in two years. It was my first hot meal in a year, and my first proper meal in almost five years… if scrambled eggs on toast is a proper meal. The dementor slapped down huge fried breakfasts on Sunday morning, while I was at the cemetery, and when I got back, there was a great lump of pork roasting away in the big old oven. I will try to write more often little girl, I have to go to the bank tomorrow, and the day after, I have to go into town again, so maybe in three days time I will write. I love you Topsy, and I miss you, you beautiful, brave, beloved little girl. XxX