Thanks WeeWitch.
I've been reminded of a 'claim'. (Not mine, but family.)

My step-brother and his missus did their degrees in hospitality or somesuch and spent several years running gastro pub type places in the South. The last of such being a place in a country village type setting somewhere around Guildford (I never visited). It was a really old place that had been a sixteenth century coaching house or somesuch.
Several of my family members have sworn blind that they would retire to bed leaving the bar / dining room clear and get up in the morning to find some tables set with the cutlery etc that had been on the sideboard.

Having not witnessed this or any other paranormal activity personally, I still believe they're full of shit.

If not, I want to know how to attract one of those things to my house. The current 'magical being' that mysteriously cleans my house and shifts my laundry from the bathroom floor to the ironing heap via the washer & drier is starting to moan / wail / gnash / stomp excessively of late.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 16:16, 4 replies)

I live in Guildford
We're on the old coach road from Portsmouth to London. There are a lot of pubs and such around here that are supposed to have highwaymen and the like haunting them. If you know which village it is, I could probably tell you if it's one of the alledgedly haunted ones.
( Kroney, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 16:30, closed)

Haven't a clue
The only other things I know is that the building had lots of ivy on it and the Scott (noticably Geordie) and Victoria ran it between roughly '94 and '98. Oh, and there was a very wealthy woman from up the street who worked as a barmaid for the social life rather than the money?!?!
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 16:44, closed)

Sounds a bit like
Wootton Hatch. It's on the A25 heading out of Guildford to Dorking.
( Kroney, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 16:49, closed)

You're welcome
your last sentence reminds me of the time my husband was pushing the supermarket trolley and some sales bint attempted to sell him "new improved" dishwasher tablets. He turned to me and said, and I shit you not,

"So, you think you could swallow that, then love?"

The amazing, mystical part of this is .... I let him live!
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Mon 7 Jul 2008, 17:11, closed)