From Liverpool, from Liverpool

we need to talk about

ghosts

with Kevin Eustace

Yes, it's Monday

and we all know what that means by now, don't we?

Yes, we do indeed.

It's time for I,

so, Kevin of the Shire of Eustaceville,

to talk to you about the things which go bump in the night. And I'm not talking about people who fall

out of bed. No, no, no. I'm talking about ghosts, ghouls, specters, um, entities, slimer,

marshmallow man, and other things.

How are you all doing? I hope you're all well. I hope you all had a lovely week.

We celebrated the Neighbors' Cats' birthday yesterday, as you will hear all about in Becker's Reddit corner from her Tower of Terror.

And yeah, it was a lovely day.

And she didn't appreciate any of her gifts, apart from, well, there's like a felt rug with a

name on which is embroidered, because Becca goes all out.

Kevin knows about none of these gifts, by the way, BTW.

But she loves this little rug. She was curled up on it like a cat, because she is a cat, not-T-W. But she loves this little rogue.

She was curled up on it like a cat,

because she is a cat, not Becca, the cat.

And Becca made her a cake out of two tins of M&S Atlantic salmon

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