Mum spent most of the day in the garden again. I think she's either become a sun-worshipper as well as a hippie-greenie or she's just as interested in what's going on next door as I am. She does keep looking over the fence and tutting mysteriously.

I went out the front earlier to kick a football around. (There's only so much revising you can do before your brain explodes.) Our house is at the outskirts of the village and there's green fields the other side of the hedge opposite. Well I belted the football at one point and it went right into the field. I'm telling you, Sven could do with me on his team! So anyway, I went in after it and as I was searching around for it I caught a glimpse of next door. I had to look cos there was this almighty howl. And Tom and Sam came racing out of the house and slammed the back door behind them. They were panting, but I couldn't get close enought to see if they were sweating too. They locked the door and leaned against the wall looking for all the world like they'd just escaped the path of some exploding volcano. They must have sensed me watching them cos then they looked in my direction. I ducked down and when I looked back they'd gone.

I went round to ask Mum if she'd heard anything from next door and she just looked at me suspiciously from out of one eye, muttered something about trying to meditate and went back to her humming. I sometimes think I'm the only sane one living around here.