So! Perhaps you're wondering what's happend to me? :P

Or, then again, perhaps not. In fact, probably not. But I'll tell you anyway, hah.

First, our next tenants popped up and we abandoned ze house to 'em. Thankfully they're cat people, and like our cats, so we know they'll be fine. Our neighbour's will feed them as planned. (Feed the cats, not the tenants, obviously.)

We spent four days in our aunt's house - it's a titchy little place and should logically accomadate two people the size of matchsticks. Me and Sky had to share a single-sized bed.
At least this time I was clever enough to choose the side next to the wall - last time we were there I kept falloing off the edge. Of course, every time I turned over, I bashed my elbow against the wall. I should mention that that wall in't a proper wall, more like some kind of fake-pretend-thingy-majig wall so it makes  a loud noise when you bang it - not helped by the fact that the stairs are these windy narrow metal things which, every time you touch the bannister, making a boiiinnnnggg sound.
 *shudders*
And there's nothing to do there! It's right in town and it's baking hot so the only thing you can do is sit there. If my aunt hadn't had several books there I would have died. I read at least six within three days.
Yesterday we got out of there and had planned to go to our...er...barn-thing.
I'll just explain that: it's a small building, in a tiny hamlet, which used to accomadate cows and hay.
It has two floors and a ladder which wobbles to connect 'em. To cut a long story short, it's very basic. Very.
Anyway, it's a nice place and we sometimes go there for a break or when we ain't got no where else. *sob*
Or just randomly.
Continuing - we were supposed to go there yesterday but it got too late so we spent the night in a gite and planned to go there tonight but I think it's too late now. We (me and Sky) are sitting in a restaraunt - Mum and Dad have vanished into the blue, I assume they're making phone calls AGAIN - and the waiters are getting annoyed that we aren't ordering anything.

Y'know, I like travelling. People often say they'd "like to travel as you [us] do".
I laugh to myself and think "you may want to travel, but definitely not as we do".
We live in the car, there's junk in the boot, junk on the roof, junk in the trailer, junk on the trailer and junk all over the back seat so me and Sky are seperated by a wall of junk.
Definition of junk: stuff Mum thinks we need but we seriously don't.
Ok, I admit that since we're letting out our main residence (the other one being the aforementioned barn) and therefore had to get all our personal belongings out of it, we have to have a lot of junk all over the place.
But anyway, it's not comfy.
I'd better go. May not post again for a while due to the WiFi, but you never know.

Ooh, almost forgot: to answer my own question about how the universe was created, I think that God started the Big Bang.
Logically, something can't just appear out of absolute-nothing, can it, without some supernatural help?