As some may be aware, but many not, Chester, my faithful writing assistant, mice catcher, and general pain in the neck, passed away about 2 years ago, and I still miss him.
This is my way of remembering him.
For those who have not had the chance to read about all of his exploits, I will run the series again from Episode 1
This is Chester. It has been a long, hard day.
Don’t be fooled into thinking he’s asleep.
It’s late afternoon, and he’s done his rounds, sitting at the back door, the side door, and the front door.
We’re having a continual discussion about food, which, at the moment, he is being very fussy about.
I’ve sent him to bed without dinner. I can see this is going to be another test of wills.