That bastard Nook didn’t have any shovels in stock. I hate him and the hold he has over village life. Tortimer may be the mayor, but we know who holds the real power.

New neighbour today. Frobert has moved in. He’s into power drinks and exercise, it seems. He’s no Walt Jr., more a Bill. Anyway, he chucked me out of his house telling me it wasn’t ready. Well, it was full of cardboard boxes.

Had a quick chat with Patty – who still won’t shut up about bloody fossils – but Monique and Rasher seemed to be missing. They had notices on their doors saying they were out, but I couldn’t find either of them anywhere. Odd.

None of the animals in my town have replied to my letter, but Dotty in the town I visited last night sent me a nice letter. Well, sort of nice. She said I scared her, but that next time we met I’d see the real her… or something along those lines.

It is a very odd game.