Julie's just been round to our house. We sat and studied History for an hour, I quite got into studying the second world war. It's much more interesting history than all that Kings and Queens nonsense.

Since last Monday it's been really quiet next door. I've spent some time in the rooms which join our house to theirs but I can't hear anything through the walls. And anyway the porch where that wierd person is being locked up is at the opposite end.

As Julie left though she asked me a really odd question. She asked if we ever did anything in our garden that needed the earth to be dug. Now I know she knows Mum plants her own vegies and stuff cos she was there watching me that time. So why ask? She wouldn't say, just shrugged. Perhaps they've finished digging up thier garden and have got thier eye on ours. What is there big obsession with digging up the earth?