Most of what I write about in this blog relates directly to my experience of life with Tourettes. Today though, I want to talk about something of a more spooky nature altogether. It’s about some mysterious goings on in my bathroom, and I’m hoping it won’t become a recurring theme in the blog!
A few nights ago Poppy and I were both getting ready for bed. I was in my bedroom chatting away to the lamp-post and she was in the bathroom washing her face. At least that’s what I thought she was doing, but then I heard a noise in the support worker’s bedroom where Poppy was spending the night. I called out to her and found she was already in bed. We’d both heard the tap running and we’d each assumed the other was in the bathroom. Puzzled, but not alarmed, Poppy turned the tap off and I thought nothing more about it until…
Two nights ago Zoë and I were woken in the middle of the night by some strange loud noises, again coming from the bathroom! On investigation we discovered they were coming from my bath lift, which for no good reason had begun to inflate all by itself.
Half asleep, and twice as confused, we went back to bed. But the cause of these spooky goings-on remains a mystery and I can’t get it out of my mind. I told Leftwing Idiot about it earlier and he immediately concluded that my bathroom’s haunted, which wasn’t quite the answer I’d been hoping for. Fat Sister, on the other hand, blamed mice for both incidents, but this seems equally unlikely.
Whatever it is, it’s made me worry about what I’m likely to encounter next time nature calls. Maybe I’ll need to have an exorcism after all.