Good  Day, as they say down under in Australia *o*
Today´s menu says stew made by our very own imaginary Johnny - eh, that will be my smiling, blushing edition of that masterpiece over there by the door *O* Please take a bow, ho ... ney ..... Hmm *o*
O.K ... He did threaten to leave the house if all those e-m-b-a-r-r-a-s-s-i-n-g people from yesterday were again going to sit and "oooh !" and "aaah !" about how soft the skin of his belly is -o*
But he will be back in a little while, I am sure *o* He just got a bit too much of my story last night *O*
"MEEPSIE IS EMBARRASSING !!!".. the little cutie complains -o*
And yes, of course I am *O*
Anyway ...
The next couple of days Johnny and I just enjoyed ourselves on the island of Magpieland. He swam in both the cool lake and the warm ocean. ...
I can´t swim unfortunately though Johnny has tried to teach me several times. Which was very fun for both of us. But I don´t think I´ll ever feel safe in water - being a chicken and not a duck. 
On the other hand I had found an excellent library in the house so I sat reading some of the books  when I was not looking at him splashing about. 
At other times we both sat - or lay even - and read. Aloud to each other or in companionable silence. Only to discussed the things we had read about afterwards while walking long walks in the wood covering this lovely little island.
At one point - sitting on top of the cliffs some 50 meters from the roaring waterfall - Johnny again asked me "But are you sure you wouldn´t want a stronger - more able man - to be with? No, please let me finish, Meeps! This is important ... You can be with anybody you like ..." It didn´t for one moment occur to the little unsecure sweetie that I was at that moment *o* He just went on sounding sad "Then why not chose some one you could be really proud off and respect. Who is big and strong and - and brave and out spoken and - and not afraid of going up against injustice where ever he sees it !!"
"And is dead at an early age mourned by all?" I said. Knowing I wasn´t quite fair. Because the qualities Johnny were describing is very fine qualities for any human being - man, woman or child - to have. But also qualities that might be potential lethal for the "owner"
Then I thought a bit more and said quietly "But baby - YOU do have all of those qualities. Sometimes even more than I like, I must admit ... I mean, I am always afraid of what trouble you can get yourself into when you feel you really ought to say or do something. I admire it - surely I do, baby *o* ... but it also make this chicken cluck and loose some feathers in fear of what might happen to you"
I hesitated for a moment and then went on "Besides ... it is all very fine with a big strong fellow everybody think they better listen to unless he hit them upside the head ... But I would rather be persuaded - charmed into doing a thing - than forced. Besides .. vigilantes going out to "handle things"  is all very well in the movies. But in real life it might get you killed ... Or you might take out your revenge on the wrong guy. And then you can´t make him come alive again, can you now? And the police tend to see it as a crime to do things like that. But all that we have talked about before and I know we actually agree, baby. Until next time some random remark from me - or anybody else it seems sometimes - makes you nervous and insecure"
I sighed a bit and kissed Johnny just in case that could help. (and/or just because I enjoy to do so  -o* ) Then said "I wish there was a cure. That you could see yourself with my eyes - and the eyes of all our friends who really do love you and look up to you ... Just as you are, sweetie"
"But ... Yes, I do tend to blow my top when seeing something I think is wrong" Johnny said. Unfortunately not looking convinced. "... but most times I then remember that ... humans are mortals and can get hurt - but me and the other person and - and ... And I get scared and does not say all I want to say" Johnny hung his head. So I kissed him to comfort him. And some pleasant time went by doing this and that and the other - especially the other - in the thick grass.
When I could breath again I moved Johnny´s long hair behind his ear and said softly "IF you did NOT have so good a brain that you could - most of the time at least - think before you act I would not be your girlfriend at all!! I ... I get turned on by a good brain" I giggled.
Then added seriously "It is very interesting reading about war and seeing action movies. But I still would not want to be with one of those guys´ girlfriend or wife - never mind how admirable their courage and martial arts prowess might be. I prefer a sweet, gentle bookworm, who does know right from wrong, but can think too! Could you PLEASE remember that, my sweet Mr. Sweets"
And he solemnly promised to try very hard to remember it with a gentle kiss.
On the third day of our stay on the island Johnny decided he would like to read a funny book by Tom Holt called Djinn Rummy while laying in the hammock in the backyard. But since I can get rather stubborn sometimes - and had decided I really wanted to find out where the little fox cubs lived - I waved goodbye to my darling and left for the wood. And of course didn´t find a single fox ... Didn´t see so much as the tip of a tail of neither cub nor grown-up -_-
But when I got back I on the other hand saw one of the cutest images I have seen in a long time - if ever. A little red baby squirrel sat on Johnny´s chest while he was still laying in the hammock. She was looking intently - adoringly - into those brown eyes so very much like her own huge one that I am convinced, she - being freshly out of the nest and out exploring the world for the first time - was convinced he was another squirrel. A very huuuge squirrel seen from her point of view I grant you. But just as cute and sweet seen from mine.
Without thinking I approached the lovely pair - to get a better look - and the baby´s conscientious mother warned her with a sharp "Teek-teek !!" from the relative safety of the apple tree holding the head end of the hammock. That clearly meant "Watch out, baby!! Human!!" And the little bundle of red fur scooted up to her mum complaining all the way in the time honoured fashion of squirrels - and females - who are being interrupted in enjoying themselves.
"She sat there when I woke up" Johnny smiled to me stretching like a big pussycat. A truly beautiful heart-stopping sight ... *O* 
"And I didn´t think I had the right to chase her away. It was the squirrels´ forest before this house was build and this delicious hammock were slung here after all" he said. I agreed with my sweet. So I kissed him and informed him I would go and see if I could make us some supper. Johnny said he would join me in a little while. He just needed to wake up completely. Have a little smoke perhaps. 
But several minutes went by and no Johnny came in to save the kitchen from me. So I went over to window to see if his new girl friend was trying to seducing him again. But there was no cute little amorous squirrels in sight, though.
Instead I saw a thin human female with dark hair - around thirty-something of age - who stood talking to Johnny under the apple tree. She was showing him something but he shook his head ... Would apparently not buy the thing she offered? But where did she spring from in the first place on a deserted island?
Curious I went out through the back door. Down the two steps to the backyard. Down on the ground I looked up just in time to see the next object she held forward to show Johnny. A pretty big golden ring formed as a dragon biting its own tail. And Johnny took it eagerly and started to try it on before my brain registered the telltale eerie light of a enchanted object around the ring.
I panicked and yelled "No!!! Stop!!!" But too late. Johnny was wearing the ring when he turned his head and said "Stop what, Meepsie?"
Has his mother never told that little ... NOT to accept things from strangers!!! Oh, well - everybody of course does it all the time. Or you couldn´t buy bread and cheese for a picnic or something *o* 
But ... a ring - from a strange woman!! Really - JOHNNY!!! I could happily ... shake him!!!
"He is mine now, you know. Bound to do anything I command him to do!" the witch snarled at me.
And I am not insulting her when I call her a witch. She is. I remembered now where I had seen her before. At a gala ball the Witches´ Union had held in Albert Hall, London two winters ago. What was her name - something French sounding to my Danish ears ... Vivi - no. Vivian ... Yes, Vivian La Regina! There it was. What ever good that information would do us now ...
Then I got the next shock. Because young princess Irma stepped forward through a magical opening in the air and went over to lean affectionately against Ms. La Regina´s right arm. And then she purred "Yes, we got him. He is ours now. And there is nothing - NOTHING AT ALL - you can do about that, bitch!!! ... he is now going to fetch the Holy Grail for us from old Speems´ lair"
Johnny looked from one woman to another and then started to say "But the Grail is ..." But before he could say it was at home in my kitchen I continued his sentence by saying ".. a legend! Not a real thing actually" And luckily Johnny is as quick thinking as he is beautiful so he didn´t contradict me with that there thing called the truth.
Probably remembered as I did how a scared, very tired Holy Grail had come to our house after having been made famous once again by participating in the great movie "The Last Crusade" and begged us to hide her somewhere.
Everybody wanted possession of her now because she can give her "owner" un-told riches and ever lasting life among other things. All the money you could ever dream and then some and thousands of years to enjoy them in ... And she had become so weary by being hunted by everyone. Just wanted to retire and relax ...
So now she stands disguised as a blue enamelled coffee-pot and looks pretty on a shelf in my kitchen. Sometimes she doubles as a vase with red tulips in *o* Instead of being out there hunted by all kind of men. ... and women, it seems. ... and I actually think - although I have never asked - that the Grail brings Johnny and me even more happiness exactly because we don´t asked or demand anything of her *O*
"No, it is SO NOT a legend!" pouted princess Irma. "Vivi KNOWS - from an old document - that it is in the possession of the black dragon Speem!" "Vivi" looked more and more un-satisfied with the young lady telling so much of their plans to me by the minute and said curtly "Never mind that, Your Royal Highness. We are leaving here... So button that shirt and braze yourself, young man!!"
Oh, NO!!! I had barely found my Johnny again and - and now this ... And Speem is known as a notorious bad tempered dragon ... Almost all the blacks are. Something to have to do with their dour look on life - melancholy, moody and not very friendly to humans at the best of times. It must also be very depressing walking around in black all the time, one should think ... 
Could we perhaps stop here for today and get back to the story tomorrow? I really need to lay down a little bit and recover from the thought of having to let my sweetie go off out into the un-known alone again ... 
But I do hope to see you tomorrow, right *o*?