A rolling scone gathers no moss

This Friday afternoon I popped on my bike to potentially help out Mr L for a last time, as my free summer Fridays have run out. We talked about it, and Mr L was happy to try other days for us to do shopping for him, so I'm sure he'll be getting the help he needs in the following weeks. Mr L provided a list as per usual, we added some eggs to it too, and I managed to tick all the items off the list. Mr L mentioned the ghost cat, which we've now named Felix, has most likely returned, and was wandering around the hallway at night, prompting Mr L to put up incense to keep it at a distance. Crossing fingers for any and all ghosts, whether human or feline, to stop bugging Mr L and his neighbours.