The cat has been going nuts at the back door for months now, and I was thinking the cat was just mad. But all this time, she was trying to warn me.
Or was she...
So that's how things were for a while. I got used to the idea of sharing the house with an invisible energy force from another dimension, who had nothing better to do, other than open up cupboard doors and leave them open. Not just cupboard doors, but other doors too, like the microwave door, or sometimes the fridge.
Turns out, it was the wife all along.
The game was up when she left the oven door open, which I then tripped over as I turned around to use the sink. Luckily the training took over and in mid fall, I turned the trip into a jump and landed on the other side of the oven door, with only a serious injury to my shin to show for it.
After a few choice words, we discussed the issue and agreed that leaving doors open was something that runs in her family, like being great at all sports runs in mine.
I didn't have a cigar to celebrate but I did have one earlier in the day, selecting one of the Macanudo 1968 Robusto that Rolo and Kaz gave me for my birthday.
I love the feel of this cigar, with it's silky dark wrapper and solid(ish) construction. It didn't have a consistent feel from top to bottom, and for want of a better description, it had some hard bits and some soft bits.
The cigar lit up without any fuss and I got around two thirds through before things got a bit harsh. It may need to be smoked a bit slower than I like to smoke, as it heated up a little, but it was good while it lasted. The harshness got a bit unpleasant so I let it go with about a third still left. Shame but hopefully they'll be good come summertime.
So, I know now that ghosts do not exist, nor do ghouls, vampires or goblins. Except for the underpants fairy, she's real alright.