☕ Inventor | Grandfather ☕
It was not often that Monty Pendleton found himself in New Zealand. Unfortunately, he knew The Silver Snake to be the only shop in existence that sold weatherballs. With his purchases tucked safely beneath the folds of his emerald green coat, he stepped out onto Bleak Street - and straight onto someone's toes. "Merlin's beard!" he exclaimed. "I do apologise."