Jamie has just returned from Beavers where tonight was Ghost Hunting Night.
And where was this held?
That's right, a graveyard.
Really. A living (actually, probably not), breathing (hmmm, unlikely too) graveyard. But still.
And was it scary, I asked, nervously?
"YES!" Jamie reported. "And there were loads of people running around shouting WOO!"
Shit.
"Did you find any ghosts?" I gently enquired, looking behind me.
"YES, 15!!!" (Gulp). "And some Mini Eggs!" (No idea).
He'll be off to bed soon.
I might stay up for a while.
