A few days ago I mentioned the spooky goings-on in my bathroom. I described how my inflatable bath-lift (which helps me get in and out of the bath) had suddenly started inflating itself in the middle of the night.

This morning, as my carer Ana and I were in my bedroom getting my clothes ready for the day, we heard the unmistakable sound of the bath-lift inflating. After a moment of confusion Ana rushed out to turn it off, but before she could get to it we heard an explosive pop.

We’re no nearer knowing whether my bathroom’s haunted or not, but it’s clear my bath-lift’s finally given up the ghost.