Last Friday my other half Paul took me on a Ghost Tour at Hampton Court Palace. As some of you may know I reached a milestone in January and I’m now the ripe old age of ….! anyway, he knew I’d always wanted to do something like this and bought the tickets as a surprise pressie for me. Well, we arrived slightly early for the 7.30 appointment looking around the room watching the other people, a motley crew of individuals varying in age from young to old. On the dot of 7.25 a tour guide / custodian entered the room in all his finery (top hat, sparkling uniform, what looked like army regulation boots) and asked us to convene outside the main entrance. There were 40 of us in total, all a bit wary of what, if anything was to happen. We stood outside the main door to the Court ...