So I woke up at 5:50 this morning to find a frog on my pillow. Yes, a frog. Naturaly I screamed and ran for my brother. I ran into his room and woke him up. He turned to me, his eyes in little slits as to say, get lost I am trying to sleep. But I kept working hard trying to get him up until eventualy he couldn't take anymore. He apparently chucked it out of my window onto the conservitory roof. But i diddnt believe him. So i went downstairs with a blanket and slept there. Now I am really very tired but i shall keep my life moving as there is no point in stopping right?