Modesty Blaze & Count The Dollar Nikolarse.

Modesty and Nick blew in and blew out, as they had a want to do. They worked for the Secret Service and couldn't say much about where they had been and what they had been doing. Even Nick's fawlty heart valve was known about because he had managed to work it to get out of one of Julian's curry evenings by having a minor heart attack and having to be flown to Sydney with Modesty. His sister and son came to take over and eat the dreadful large amounts of food, and Mary Hitler, Edgar, Hermione and Mr Lovely Goodness all jumped in to help out. Nick, meanwhile, laid back in the social city hospital being fed rather bland overcooked vegetables and difficult to identify meat. Modesty sat and held his rather pale hand.
In later months, as they sat at a nearby popular dutch cafe munching into hamburgers and chicken tikka, with a modest statue of Michaelangelo's David behind Julian's right shoulder, Modesty pointed out that hospital's were dreadful places and if he needed an ambulance she was going to say no. If he needed a pill she would also say no. Nick was ok with all of this as long as he could die happy, and, as Modesty said often, there isn't really much wrong with you, is there.
Mary Hitler had wanted to know if she had met the Prime Minister in her work, and she had to confess that, yes, she had met the Prime Minister. She had been coming out of the coffee making cubicle as he was marching staunchly down the corridor and there had almost been a dreadful accident. They had both stopped with the coffee resting on his beautifully dry cleaned white shirt, looked closely at the coffee and Modesty had modestly stepped aside.
Is this just a blog or a novel, she had asked Julian. Julian had wanted to know the difference. In a novel there is conflict, she explained. Julian had said that yes, now she had Mr Lovely Goodness and, therefore, she had conflict. Modesty thought it a little rude. Julian had explained that it was all ok.
Count Nicky sat quietly in the corner. He only had just so much energy and he knew where he wanted to spend it. He watched and waited and threw in the odd particle of wit. They came, and they took their confidential security labels and they went. However, the good news was the yacht, the cruise and the European trip. They would be in touch all too soon.