Last night their was a thunder storm. A great big one. The thunder raged so close over head it was like being in the middle of an earthquake. I stood in my window and watched. The lightning was real fork lightning, you don't see that here very often. And the rain came down hard enough to wake the devil. It certainly woke something next door. Every now and then there'd be a lull in the storm, as if it was conserving it's energy ready for the next onslaught, and in that quiet time noises could be heard. Strange grunting noises, like pigs routing in mud. At one point I could have sworn I heard a howl but it was so closely followed by yet another clap of thunder I couldn't be sure.

This morning I woke up to the aftermath. A tree came down in the field opposite. I didn't spot it last night because my bedroom window looks over the back garden. But I went out to investigate this morning. (I put my wellies on, there was mud everywhere and we all know what Mum feels about mud in her house.) Someone else had been in the field before me. The same strange bare footprints that I saw in the neighbours garden were all around the hole left when the roots of the tree were pulled from the ground. What was it that made those prints? And what was it looking for in the mud?

And as if all that wasn't weird enough - my Mum has dyed her hair green! She says its in protest at digging up the field for houses. If she comes anywhere near school tomorrow I am going to die! Why can't I have a normal Mum like everyone else?