A Chair Fit For A King (Of Some Description)

I had the dumbest idea this weekend. I thought it might be a good idea to write a book about life with Hector - you get the idea, kind of like Marley and Me, except of course Hector will never die and I will not be some blindsided and forlorn reporter but instead a tired writer who has seen far too much of life already to be that surprised by anything else it may care to throw.

It seems like a good idea but I'm not wholly convinced. Maybe I'll try an 'episode' out over at Hector's blog and see what the world makes of it.

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It must have been some kind of weird moon phase or something this last few days because not only have all the animals been behaving weirdly but I also had another idea that seemed like a great idea at the time. I can't remember where I saw these originally - Eleanor probably shoved them under my nose at some point - but I announced with much conviction that this was a work of genius and that I was going to build one even bigger...

 

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So big would it be in fact, that it would have to stay wherever I had built it.

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And so it came to pass that tomorrow, I am going hunting for wood. Not just any wood, but Giant Wood in order that I may build a chair fit for a... a... you know what, if I ever finish building such a thing, I know exactly who the chair will belong to: 

Hector: 1 • Marley: 0

I might need a few goes at this. I am not the world's finest at building anything but hey - how hard can it be? Wood + Nails = Chair.

Sion SmithGiant Chair