Himself went into the bedroom last night and came back to the sitting room with a square of chocolate in his hand...a small square of Lindt...which we don't eat and have never...to my certain knowledge...ever had in the cottage.
It was lying on the bed...and every edge was neatly nibbled.
Dainty rodent nibbles, rather than big human teeth nibbles...so where did that chocolate come from and who brought it in and put it on the bed and where is that creature now...
He did say if anything ran over him in the night he'd probably let out a loud yell...but nothing did and so he didn't need to shout...
Nothing ran over me either...as far as I know.