A tale of derring-do
Are there no more great adventures to be had? Are there no more daring risks to be taken, or hazardous journeys on which to embark?
It wasn't all that long ago when men and women of character and breeding like us forum members would strike out into the unknown at the drop of a hat, equipped with little more than a pair of sturdy boots and a pipe full of tobacco.
Undeterred by danger, their only bastion against inclement weather would be a tartan blanket, and their only preparation for survival in a treacherous and unknown country would be to take some sandwiches and a Swiss army knife.
After all, when it came down to it, what more would a gentleman and woman of courage need than their wits and a certain firmness of character?
A person like that would have thought nothing of facing the direst of perils for they knew that when encountering a monster with bright red eyes, flesh encrusted claws and a gob full of sharp teeth (Somewhat similar to her indoors), a firm voice and an unflinching manner would soon have the fearsome beast purring like a kitten and nuzzling against their shins.
(roll music in the background..’Dambusters, all together now..hum.’da da da dadda da’
I bring you a tale of derring do, of courage and bravery straight from the kitchen of Vlad Villa’s, home of Vlad, Bon Vivant, world traveller, soldier of fortune, international lover, philosopher and all round good egg, Dementia his beloved, peace and blessings on her name and worth the camels and Fang der Wunderhund a Yorkie with attitude who adds nothing to this tale. (See what I did there..clever uh?)
I give you a tale of MICE! (Readers fall back into their Lazyboy recliners ..a look of horror on their faces, just an aside, why does my spellcheck always change that to Ladyboy?
Yes, Vlads Villa has MICE!
But there is more….stay tuned to this channel (licence fee optional) for the next exciting chapter.