Trouble is following me around, it’s keeping to the shadows, but it’s there, its long fingernails tapping against the walls.
Weather: sunny sunny sunny
Word of the day: philodox – one who loves his own opinions; a dogmatic person
We were all out today. Jinjing and Hamoudi were out being sociable with friends, and I was wandering about enjoying my own company. When I got back to my room I found the shiny pink foil of a Quality Street chocolate sitting on the floor. I don’t have any Quality Street. It was over by my desk, a good ten feet from the door. Someone has been in my room, and eaten chocolate, and not left me any. I don’t know which of these events I’m more angry about.
When Jinjing and Hamoudi got home, I told them about the sweetie wrapper I found. Jinjing claimed to have found dog hairs on her duvet.
‘This is proof! Neville has been coming into our rooms.’
‘But Neville doesn’t have a dog,’ I said.
‘I’ll bet he does! Maybe that’s why he’s cooking up all that meat. For a dog. A secret dog.’
‘Not in the flat though.’
‘It doesn’t have to be in the flat. Maybe he keeps the dog in the shed. Or at a friend’s house. He has a dog.’
‘But that doesn’t explain why he’s coming into our rooms.’
‘Because he’s evil!’ said Jinjing. And I think she might be losing all reason in the search for a villain. Neville is annoying, but he isn’t evil, and I’m not convinced he’s coming into our rooms, what would be the point? Although I don’t understand about the missing ketchup and the quality street. Or how my laptop got broken. This is all getting very odd.