Me, pointing thermal camera at every corner of a mediocre two-bedroom in Croydon: 'Interesting. Very interesting.'
My mate Karen: 'Have you found anything yet?'
Me, having spent the last hour discovering that the 'cold spot' in her bedroom is just because her radiator's broken: 'The data is... inconclusive.'
Actually though this is how 90% of paranormal investigations go. You gear up like you're investigating the Stanford Prison or Skinwalker Ranch and you end up discovering that the 'poltergeist' is just loose pipes and the 'apparition' was a reflection in the window. But you can't say that after Karen's already paid for your petrol and made you a cuppa.