Yesterday I decided to get my bike out. This was the first time in a week or so but it wasn't where I always leave it.
And the odometer was showing 67 km more than after I last used it.
Fay and Keir swear they haven't used it, so ...
I don't know what's been going on but it isn't the first time I've had a supernatural encounter in this house. The first, and most vivid, was when something rushed past me as I was putting some clothes in a wardrobe. I felt a presence brush past me which caused me to almost fall backwards onto the bed.
Then there's the missing map and calculator. OK that was Keir but the stuff above is still unexplained.