All this talk about ghosts and I go and dream about one. Turns out the house George and I moved in to, in my dream, was haunted. She wasn't like the ghosts you see in all the films though. She was solid; or at least she was to George and I. Turns out, she was the fiance of our land lord who had died. Not gonna lie, she was cute. Really cute. She enjoyed making tea as well. There were cups or tea and coffee all over the house, because she constantly made it even though she couldn't drink it. It seemed like the three of us got on really well.
After dreaming about having two flatmates, my own house is feeling even bigger and emptier than it was before.