Nessie is safe... for now!

I'm writing this on my trusty laptop, sitting on my bed at home.

Deadfast has given-up with his bid to find, kill and eat the Loch Ness monster.
He said that, during his time in that under-water cave, something happened that made him realise that Nessie was "... a beautiful creature that deserves her space and privacy. Who are we, Walter lad, to infringe on the tranquility of the Loch?"

Yes. You read that correctly.
He used the word "tranquillity" without thinking, and therefore demanding, tranquilisers.
Which is a first.

I don't know what happened to him down there, but he's locked himself in the library and has asked me not to disturb him.
I'm concerned but, to be honest, at least I know he's in there and he's safe.
Which is a rare state for that old fool to be in, I can tell you!

So, I'm sitting here now with nothing else to tell.
Which is ok, I guess, but it's a bit dull for you to read!
Sorry!

I could tell you all about our past, how we met, where we've been, and so on... but most of that has been documented in various newspapers around the world (although our names aren't ever mentioned because I make sure we escape the scene of the cri... the scene before we get into any trouble!).

I'll tell you about me:
I was born in a hospital, close to my mother.
My early years were spent happily enough; frolicking in the fields of Kent, chasing butterflies and scraping my knees. Typical childhood pursuits.
It was when I went to grammar school that the trouble started, and it was there that I met Deadfast.

*shudder*

I've just heard the library door open, so I had better see if he wants some supper.
Take care, bloggers of the world... thank you all for sparing me a moment of your time; I do appreciate it.
I don't even know why I started this blog; originally it was a fore-runner of my memoirs but, as time has marched on, I quite enjoy hammering out a few words on here.
It's cathartic!

Anyway... the bank is open, so to speak, so I'd better see what he wants!