Just had to report on my crappy day. Paul and his geeky son came for tea and they've only just gone. Man, what a boring time! Apparently he only gets the son during school holidays and every other weekend. He should think himself lucky. I had to talk to him all through tea and then entertain him afterwards. He's, like, ten and all he wants to do is play stupid computer games. Well we don't have any cos they're not eco-friendly! The only reason I actually have a computer at all is cos Mum thinks I need it to get through school and college (if I ever get that far). So all evening this kid has been whinging until eventually I gave up and let him start downloading stuff. Tomorrow I shall have to delete it all before it screws up my hard disc.

Anyway, the rest of the conversation at dinner revolved around the digging up of the field opposite. Bob the builder's got the contract, so Mum thinks it's her civic duty to educate him in the finer points of going green - like he's going to listen. Why did she even bother choosing a builder to go out with? Well he sits there and listens like he's taking it all in but I know he's not. Then he comes out with some completely unrelated comment on the field and I had to try hard not to fall off my chair. He says, "Did you know it used to be an ancient burial site?"

Well that started Mum on a whole new moral crusade but what I was thinking was - what was it that was buried there? And could that be what the next door neighbours are looking for?