The flatmate and I went out yesterday to take a Ghost Tour. A *totally different and in no way similar* to any of the other Ghost Tours I've taken in Edinburgh.
Actually, this time I mean it. It was a lot of fun and well done, except for one minor hitch: the key broke in the Covenantor's Prison, so we didn't get a chance to go into the area with the poltergiest we went along to see. But I was pleasantly frightened of the wandering around in a graveyard at night, so it was a good evening, and we get a free tour later, presumably on a night when the key won't break.
Things are going well over all. I will admit to getting some ghoulish glee out of the fact that she's gone down to visit family for the week, thus freeing me to sit naked in my living room and eat cheesy poofs till I turn orange if that's what I want to do, but mostly it just means I feel free to do more stuff without guilt.
Like, get a job. Which, I apparently did today. Yay! Start time is a bit up in the air, but it's real work, with real money, and I'm very excited!
Going out to Durham Cathedral on Friday to celebrate. Cuz I'm all about the big monolithic religious structures.