I'm in such a state. When I came into the living room this morning, Poppy's cage was lying on its side on the floor....with the contents everywhere. Obviously she's gone. I've no idea what happened (and I'll worry about that later) but I feel terrible as my little darling must have had an awful shock.

I'm praying that she's still somewhere in my flat (there's draught excluder under the front door so that would prevent her getting out that way) but where? I've search the kitchen, living room and bathroom so I just have the bedroom left. She could be anywhere - and she could be moving which means the searches are a bit pointless unless I get lucky and see a glimpse of her.

I'm in such a state. I've rang work and said I can't come in(which will get me in lots of trouble) and my heart is beating so fast. So I thought I'd try and calm down with a cup of tea and HC before continuing with my turbo-flap.

What a disaster! I adore my little Popsicle. My boyfriend was saying only last night that he's worried what it'll do to me when little Poppy passes on as he knows how much I love her. Aargh!!

This is my poppet: