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What a wonderful day; the rain is lovely and warm, the pavement is messier than ever and a dog just shat on our lawn. For once, I wasn't hyper and Harry was poking me and asking who I was and what I had done with Danny. The answer: Who knows?

Tom was out somewhere, I didn't catch where, and Dougie was up in his room still asleep. That kid could sleep for years, bit like sleeping beauty but without the beauty. So, not like sleeping beauty at all. Now I'm confused as well as normal. That's never a good thing.

I was hyper earlier though, when we watching Harry Pothead and the Prisoner of Azakabooly. But that was only because I was jumping up and down when he was riding the hippogriff and shouting "YEAH, HARRY, YOU RIDE THAT CHICKEN!" at the TV. I do feel sorry for it sometimes, especially when Harry's (our Harry, not Pothead.) watching the cricket.