Good morning Toppy. I am so sorry with not coming on here much lately Toppy, but the ogress has made my poor Mum and me so ill with the nasty old germs that she brought home and spluttered all over the house. Of course, she is fine, and eating enough to keep a small army going, but my poor Mum and me are hardly eating anything, a bowl of soup on an evening is about all I can manage. She seems to have taken the contract from the old ogre to make us ill, and she is doing it around the same time that he used to do it, we just about recover from one thing, and she makes us ill again. I had to go into town yesterday to buy some medicine and some rolls, and when I went into a chemist, some spluttering woman was coughing in front of me, and did not bother covering her great big cakehole. This morning my throat felt as if I had swallowed a bucket of sand, so it feels like I have gotten what that old trout in front of me had yesterday. I might not be able to come on here this evening if this gets any worse little girl, I only managed to tap out a few lines to Charlie this morning. We do love you Toppy, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX