So I sneaked out in the dead of night. Well, after it had got dark and when Mum watching the 'Strictly Dance Fever' results. I did what I had to do and now I'm in deep shit. I got a bit of mud on Mum's bathroom carpet! And she freaked. At least I had the good sense to leave my muddy boots outside the door. OK, maybe I was a bit stupid to think she wouldn't notice, but honestly, talk about over-react!

So I've spent most of this morning cleaning the stupid bathroom when I should have been revising for my GCSE's - still, plenty of time, right?

Anyway, the point is, that after all that grief, what did I find? Absolutely nothing! There was nothing at all in the ground where they dug that hole. Now that's even weirder than finding something. What's the point in spending all that time digging a massive hole only to fill it in again with more mud? I'm telling you, there is something very strange going on next door. I'm going to be watching them very closely. I'll keep you posted.