Dear Kitty,
             I'm not sure why I still try. I don't know why I still want to talk to him. But I do.
             I spoke to Hector tonight for the first time in a month or so. He still hates me. It's not exactly surprising, either, but I still want him back as a friend. Ah, selfish little me.
             Anyway, it's far too late for me to be writing this, especially since I've got a bike ride planned in about seven hours. My current plan is, essentially, do LOTS of exercise and hope that it works. Especially after today.
             Fenny and Pop are coming up tomorrow, which will (hopefully) be nice. I've already started making Christmas presents - and I've finished Christopher's birthday present, because it's on Saturday and I need to post it. He's in York at the moment, digging holes. I miss him. But, hey, I'll see him soon - well, second week back at school, I think.
Best be off. Tired.
Yours,
            Chessie