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Paignton died. It wasn't even his wings, but stun shock.

Apart from that, it has been a lovely weekend with chums. The night before last I had terrible nightmares, mainly from overloading my digestive system I suspect. Last night my dreams were full of music, like a festival, and numbers too...it wasn't jarring or jangling. And I keep seeing a house, quite a modern place with extensive gardens. Waking, waking, waking...

Everything is all right.

Sad Dog

This is pretty much dogwalker country, being so close to the woods... once upon a time, Poguey next door used to bark incessantly. He has completely calmed down. Now there's another dog yelping endlessly day in and day out. I have wandered round and round trying to pin it down...looks as though it's number 62 again.

Always one family like this. But why would the dog be endlessly yelping if they are there? It doesn't sound in pain, just bored and lonely. But it can't be lonely if they are there. I must have the wrong house. Either way, they are very suspicious of me; I was wandering around the garages trying to pin down the origin of the noise and she appeared, with her pram. Her man appeared around the front, a nasty looking individual. They went in. There's no whining now. But if I complain about it to the council or the RSPCA, they are going to know it's me straight away - they know that I called the police re their son Jack, who now barely smiles at me.

Kinhell, I wish they'd move. If it's them then the yelping dog is Drake, and that's really sad, cos he's a lovely lad. But I can't be sure it's them.

There it goes again.