Elliot managed to plunge out of my mum's bedroom window last night into a huge bush-like-tree directly outside of her window. We were leisurely drinking tea at the front of our house and suddenly we heard lots of very deep and loud meowing. We went to the gate at the front of our house and Elliot was trapped at the bottom of the bush. My mum had to wade in with welly boots and fish him out. When she got him his eyes were really huge and he clung on to me so hard, it hurt. He was saying 'mummy, mummy, mummy. My knee hurts. Fetch me a bandage'. He's been licking his paws all day.

On another note. Last night was strange. I won't go into why it was strange, it's just a personal thought.