Bills Friend.

He was here again. Bills friend. He comes on a chugga-chugga motorbike every day and puts messages from Bill in a box on top of a pole at the end of the garden. I dont know when Bill is going to come and collect them. I dont even know Bill. But every time the man on the chugga-chugga leaves something dad always says it is mostly Bills. Bill must not have a box on a pole at the end of his garden. The man on the chugga-chugga must be really full of himself because everyone calls him the Boastie. Angie and I have discovered a huge Pussy Cat comes to visit our house often. He is bigger than Angie and I put together. He might even be as big as a tiger. In fact, he would be as big as a house if houses were that small.We talked to him theough the invisible door tonight and he howled like a nightmare in a dark room full of poo. It was really scary. Mum and dad came running to see what was happening but only Dad saw it. When he described it to Mum she said she thought it might be a Pissbum, but Me Angie and Dad know it is a giant Pussy Cat. I can feel the no-heat at night now and it reminds me of Homeybatter in the no-cold. It is very confucious.It is like an upside-down ice cream that you can still eat from the top or an orange apple or something. It is good though because dad say working things like that out is as good as school. He says some brilliant people never even went on holiday to Universe City