On Monday, I found a horrifying, big toothed mountain lion sleeping in a pitch black cave.

On Tuesday, I walked to Astley Park and played on the old, ripped up rope which gave me friction burn.

On Wednesday, I saw an unhappy, lonely homeless man lying on the doors of Asda.

On Thursday, I touched a soft, smooth cow in beautiful Charnock farm.

On Friday, I tasted McDonalds glorious chips as I dipped the delicious chicken nuggets into the ketchup.

On Saturday, I heard the sound of the crows screeching in the brown oak trees.

On Sunday, I dreamed if I could have spectacular power like being able to shapeshift.