I was woken up at 5.30am by six teenagers screaming at the playground. They didn't stop even after I asked them to. Other neighbours had shouted at them, but they were very stubborn. May the worst of luck and calamities fall on them.

Spencer was sleeping belly up on my bed, she woke up too, and stayed out at the corridor for a long time. Hat came to me downstairs, but he didn't want to stay in. After Spencer jumped in through the window, Hat sang outside, asking to be let in.

When I woke up again at 7.45am, the biscuits left outside are gone.

No sign of Kiki. He was sitting on his window last night, looking bored.

Hat is getting ready for bed. I think he is on a growth spurt. He eats a lot and goes to bed immediately afterwards.