I was calling at my mums on the way home to pick up my coat which I'd forgotten at the weekend. We got talking about mine and sisters ghost hunt we are going on Oct 30. My mother has always mostly brushed aside all possibility of ghosts existence and yet will tell stories that she can't explain and that still appear to scare her. It's a matter of annoyance with me and makes me want to have some kind of experience which is good evidence of the existence of some other realm of existence. Mid debate my wife rang me to say that my stepson had gashed his head open. I rushed home to find him with a groove above his eyebrow which was not exactly flooding at all, but I'm sure it was sore and I expect it will scar, so he went to the hospital to have scar damage reduced. The hospital feels like a second home at the moment.