We haven't really been doing much of late. Get up, clean stuff, swear our heads off because 44 people left in one morning. Yesterday was 23 people. They were a set of four bands on tour. Guess how much four bands can drink? We know because we cleared the empties - 7 garbage bags full. *sigh*
Anyway, for your entertainment today, we give you Angus MacLeod.
This was Angus' room - as you can read, he was a bagpipe maker. There was a fire, and he died, about a two centuries ago.
Unfortunately, he likes to turn up now and again. Like when you're asleep in Room 14. People get woken up by a Scot in a kilt telling them there's a fire. When they run out of their room, there's no fire. Then they go back to their room, and there's no one there.
I live in a building with a ghost. I'm pretty darn satisfied here.
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