So, been busy with Easter. Had to go the grandparents on Easter day, and suffer one of their awful roast dinners. Why is it old people can't cook vegetables - they always turn to mush. And thier houses stink of boiled cabbage, even when there's not a boiled cabbage in sight.

Anyway, survived that ordeal, but came back to find yet another hole in the next door neighbours garden. I mean, haven't they got anything better to do at Easter but dig holes? Shouldn't they be eating eggs like normal people? Get this - the hole was exactly the same size as the other one - exactly. And this one was right next to the old one. Well I didn't bother going to investigate this time. Mum would've had me digging a complete new vege garden. But I did watch out my bedroom window for, like, hours. Just to see what would happen. I drank loads of coffee. I was buzzing round my bedroom. And Mum keeps looking at me like I'm on drugs or something.

Well it was practically midnight when something happened. Tom, that's the Dad, and Sam, Julie's older brother, both came out with spades and just filled the hole in! No shit! That's weird right? But why wait to do it until midnight?

They've been quiet since then, nothing much happening. But I still haven't managed to catch Julie to ask myself round. Perhaps tomorrow.