It was a full moon last night, though hidden from view by the night clouds. And of course our house was very busy again. It began yesterday morning, when a large spoon on top of my desk started rocking. No physical reason that I could see, the desk is as solid as a rock, and my lack of dusting showed that the spoon had not been moved. But it rocked from side to side quite noticeable for a few minutes, even dislodging a card nearby that fluttered onto the desk in front of me.

And then there were the footsteps in the hall - heavy enough, though invisible to make one of the blocks in the wooden floor move and click, just as it does when someone actually walks on it.

The house bunny, Algernon, who lives upstairs was also spooked by something - or someone during the night, and a man and woman were heard talking. The windows were all closed so the voices came from inside, not outside the house.

Weird or what?