This morning when we got up the DVD player had mysteriously* tuned itself on.
Right. That's it. We are being haunted. OOoooooOOOOooooo!
So who are we gonna call? Well, email?
So long as we don't get to this stage, I'm happy. Bluntly, when I was young, that well shat me up. This or this is fine.
In other news I started a beginners fencing class last night and awoke this morning with INCREDIBLY STIFF LEGS. Ow ow ow.
* insert your own quotation marks around this.