All characters are fictitious, If a character reference figure is used in connection with a side, it's just co-incidence if that given name belongs in that side of meat. Insofar as song lyrics being included I don't know the legalities or etiquette involved, I have given the opening few and last few billet if that is all that is needed or the Sung dynasty in total if the text needs it and credit to the author in either case, traditional songs are treated the Same but credited as Traditional.

This is a fiction story, not fantasy and while there is a lot of passionateness and some very erotic natural action in previous character and in Scripture two if you are looking for raw natural action then I am sorry but this is n't the book for you.


Chapter One
Meeting


It's Friday 29th of April, 4pm and I've just driven into fortress Pitt Grammar school day in Rochester. It is a grey and chilly afternoon as I drive through the car park and onto the sports field, a dead drive along the rectify hand English of the field to halfway along the fencing beside the tennis courts, this where I pull up and park the caravan analogue with the fence to fall in with other campers etc. performing at the chimneysweeper fete. I have been coming to sweeps for over twenty geezerhood but this is the first since I lost my wife. This yr I'm not performing - a side we both danced with finis twelvemonth has put me on their strength for the weekend - so I can just unstrain and catch up with news and gab from Quaker in other sides that I've not seen since the Tenterden folk weekend hold out October.
kickoff things first though, wind the niche steadies down and level the two bunk caravan and break a can of Old Speckled Hen before I get the awning up, hopefully before the darkening clouds drop the rainwater that is forecast for over night and early morning, not as easy ace handed and I definitely feel the pauperization for a few orang-utan genes as my arms seem to be a good infantry too short-change to entertain up the fabric and grab the next pole that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, next is to arrange the two solar control panel and get the electrics connected up, the survive job is to get some body of water - 40 litres in the cobalt blue rolling wave and ten for the lavatory tank- it's a bit of a trek stave to the other side of the site and a fair system of weights to haul back but I haven't used the car to shift water before and hopefully I'm not going to bulge out for a few years yet. Ye gods though, it seems twice as far this year, I wish I'd used my puffer before I left, on my income tax return to the caravan I connect the Aqua-roll and run the heart until the smell of sterilising fluid dissipates then fill the kettle hole for a brew, While the kettle is heating I make the bed up, I don't illusion trying to catch some Z's on either of the single size bottom at the face of the van, knowing my portion I'll probably downslope out, so defecate up the wax width bed as we usually did, it's about six foot three square toes ; wads of room to spread out in, bloody lonely though, ‘ snap out of it'I tell myself, ‘ that way leads to more sess and natural depression ’.
I connect my MP3 musician into the van audio system and listen to Amazing Blondel's"England ”, a most relaxing LP/CD to hear to. I had the LP from the 1970s and bought the re-mastered CD from the creative person when they were at"folk off the pier"at Cromer. To boost comfort my way into the weekend the kettle hole starts to sing as"seascape"begins and the start dip of rainfall patter onto the sunblind, oh well, two out of three isn't too bad. Sitting in the awning with a goodly large mug of steaming Yorkshire tea, I think back over the close XX three class, here for all but one or two Sweeps, I have danced, played, or drummed for six, no seven incline, I prefer margin and molly and am not so lament on northwest, this means that whilst I may well only know XXX or forty people's name calling I am on nodding terms with a hundred or more, that's the sort of party I will appreciate this week-end, and there should be a sing-around or subject awning somewhere on the orbit every evening.
The pelting sounds as though it's getting heavier so I glance up from my Kindle to correspond and see someone walking slowly along the row of new wave and tents as though looking for somebody or another. Female and in her twenty, dark pilus pulled back into a very foresightful pony butt, not a great hatful of make-up although not too easy to recite in the lessen brightness, this coupled with her dark wearable makes accurate estimation unmanageable. She is about five pes six or seven and slim down but with a figure, bootleg short coat tailored in to the waistline and flaring over her hips, shameful or United States Navy trousers, black shoes with a slight heel, power young lady, secretarial assistant, estate agent ? Nosey, curious or just trying to help,"Do you need any assist ?"I ask and she jumps as though I poked her in the ribs.
"No thanks, I'm waiting for my swain, he's bringing the encampment stuff and we arranged to meet along here about an hour ago, assuming the traffic on the M11 & M25 was just or sometime later if it was bad. The trouble is he doesn't have a mobile headphone so I can't liaison him to get out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my awning for a few moment or so, I can cull up Essex and Kent traffic news on the radio in the van so at least you can have an thought of when he is potential to get here ; I don't want to cause you any worry but if he's had a puncture that could add another half hour to his arriver time."I stop Blondel and tune the radio to ninety five percentage point three FM. A few minutes later at 25 past five BBC Essex reports all clean-cut on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the bridge, around 15 minutes delay and no reported delays in Kent.
"well"I say"It doesn't aspect like there are any traffic hassles, between here and ... where is he coming from, you didn't say ?"
"He's coming from Bishops Stortford where he collected the camping gear from my prostrate, and should stimulate left about two o'clock ; he assumed an minute for the M11 and M25, twenty proceedings for traffic over the nosepiece, and another forty for A2, M2, and Rochester and he should get arrived around four o'clock ”."I don't know what to do ; he should have all our bivouacking stuff and my apparel for the weekend !"
"In your place I would need to find out if he has left or not, and if he has left, when he left. Another idea, since you were both coming here, either you or he is a appendage of one of the slope performing this week-end, it might be worth searching them out to find out if they may make heard anything, so who are you with ?
"Dave dancing with Billington Clog, I, by the way am Jennifer, most masses call me William Le Baron Jenny, and Dave was hoping that a week-end away with them would get me involved as well ”.
"It's good to know names, I'm Frank, so shall we see if we can find Billington, I assume they are on this side of the battlefield as that's where you were looking."
"Dave said they camped on the right hand side on the edge of the field, I suppose that depends on which way you're facing but I assumed he was talking in terminal figure of comer which would be this face of the field."
"OK, I have been coming to sweeps for nearly twenty eld, I know a lot of position, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and put to work our way down to the bottom substance, the side down there is usually Blackwater Morris, we danced with them for four or five years around the turn of the century, I only have one brolly so we will outdo share that as it's sounding a bit damp out there, although it always sounds wetter under an awning than it actually is out-of-door. Do you know the names of any Billington hoi polloi so at least we can be sociable ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"Dark dark Hyundai I10"she says as a dark car access, no, it's a little Honda. We walk towards the steps at the top end of the field, I can't see any Gouverneur Morris kit at the camper van parked at the end so after knocking on the door, it is answered by a man in his L or thereabouts holding a pint pewter tankard, and wearing a all in horse t-shirt, I ask,"Hi, are you performing this week-end ?"
"No, not this year almost of our lot think it costs too much in fuel to get here and back from Bedford and with May Day on Sunday they want to trip the light fantastic toe the sun up, and then do pub dance out locally, so though we are booked in we won't be dancing."
"Do you hump what position is parked next to you, or do you have any idea where Billington clog might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a clue who is next to us, Pretty Grim are the early side of them both side of the roadway, But I can't say I've ever heard of Billington, where are they from ?"
"Jenny, this is one for you, do you know where they are based ?"
"They practice Midweek evenings at a hotel in Bishops Stortford, that's just about all I know, not a lot of assistance am I ?"
"Never mind, we'll go and see if anyone is in next door, if not we can ask at Grim, I know a few of them and a couple of them are very well-read about East Anglian sides ”. The rainwater is now a unshakable gentle rain, not cold, but the breeze makes it palpate chilly. There is no-one around the tents, so we move down the line, a couple of dour people are sipping beer and talking under a summerhouse and they say it is a Cotswold side adjacent door on the entrance side, the residual of Pretty Grim are down the town getting food, so we continue on to the next collection of van and tents, these belong to Blackbird Border, Another English from Bedfordshire, it's their for the first time time here as a side, a few penis have been here with other side of meat but no-one has heard of Billington. We are nearly halfway down the first side of the field, still looking for his car and looking behind us every meter a car comes onto the domain, the next couple of tent belong to to Winstree century sabot, they are a long established side from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for years, most of their hoi polloi are nearer to Blackwater, again nobody knows of Billington and their bagman has a dance computer program for the fete - this is just a scout to where position might or might not be - it has been said that organising a dance schedule for Esther Morris English is akin to herding cat-o'-nine-tails ! The dance schedule doesn't lean Billington.
"Thanks for your help, I suppose that Billington are just coming down for a look around if they haven't been going prospicient ”,
"Thanks as well from me"says Jenny.
"well we are back at my van now let's go in for a bit of a think and a drink ”, I suggest. When we get back to the van we go inside the van to dry out and get warmed through.
"I don't like the way things are looking here, it seems very foreign that no-one has heard of them. I might well go for a vagabond down towards Blackwater and see who is between us and them and then cross to the other side of the theatre of operations and retrieve Hertfordshire Holly if they are camping this twelvemonth ; they are from Ware and if I remember right that's only ten nautical mile from Stortford, Some-one must know something about them, If you can see the tympanum and make brew, the fixings are in there."I say, pointing to the closet over the cooker, be back in five minutes or so."
I continued walking down the subject field towards Blackwater ; next to us are visitors from Holland just come to see the festival and then move on somewhere else, past them are the remainder of Winstree and then it's Rising Larks they are from north-east Essex, and they tell me that Harwich and Priory are between them and Blackwater, thanking them I head towards the side of the camping ground face-to-face my van where the trees are growing down a immerse bank, asking at the start campervan with lights on whom they are and if they know of Billington clog dance ?"Sorry, I can't be of much assistance we're corn liquor, it's our first gear year but know that the Witchmen are from the calypso motor-home to the niche, and they are a Cotswold position over the route way, I don't know who is next to us down the field, it's a ladies face with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A light wander to a grouping of musicians and a couple of questions confirm that they are indeed Hertfordshire holly but no-one knows of Billington. That, so far as I am concerned, means that Billington doesn't exist, the only really worrying question is why David told Jennifer all that stuff about camping here for the week-end, as I wander back to the van by following the athletics track round the field, I recognise a dyad of Blackwater the great unwashed, give them a undulation and yell out that I'll be down later after I've eaten. Back at the van, in the awning Jennifer doesn't look very happy at all, the lite isn't good but it looks like she's had a few tears.
"What's up ?"I ask,
"Chrissie, she's has the matted next to me, skirt just after you left as she was wondering where I was. I'm normally home before her and as she had seen Dave in the Red Lion smoking tax shelter while she was getting her dinner from the Tesco's just over the road from there, she had assumed we had cancelled our trip here."On hearing this a theory was forming in my mind,"I don't want to pry but if Chrissie is in the mat next to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a bland ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the short somewhat abrupt reply.
"Pure surmisal, but do you hold up by yourself and if so has anyone else got a key to your prostrate"?
"Since you don't know where I live I can enjoin you that, I do hot solo, and Chrissie has my second spare key in case I lose mine or go away them at study, Dave has my other key ‘ cos all the camping hooey is mine and he was picking it up after work, why ?"
"I'm just a piddling concerned at the way things are starting to forge up, so do you bear much in the way of high value stuff and nonsense in your flat, stereo, telly, and jewelry and so on, and was Dave aware of their economic value and location"?
"I have a few things that are worth a bit, my Dad's musical theater instruments, a brooch that belonged to my gran that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to cat aspersions without some variety of proof but I can't avail mentation that he might sustain planned to have you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your poppycock ”. The colour drained from William Le Baron Jenny's face and she looked like her legs weren't too steady, she rested her hands on the edge of the mesa and slumped down into a professorship."Not my Dad's stuff, I couldn't bear losing any of that, it's all insured but that's not what matter, another silver flute wouldn't be his ! !
"Look"I say,"If, note the if that is what mortal planned, it is fairly easy to spike their grease-gun, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the crucial items into her apartment as soon as possible if she can, you could talk her through where they are mobile to mobile assuming of row that she has one. I hope your Dad didn't bid M piano or double bass voice, it might be a bit tricksy for her."
"No there is nothing operose, a flute, two acoustic guitars, a melodeon and two concertinas."This was said while she was ringing Chrissie, it seemed to take an age before she spoke to Chrissie, and then I thought she was going to start crying as she said"Chrissie, I am ok but I need you to do me a hell on earth of a big favour if you can and as quickly as possible, I think Dave got me down here so he can filch my Dad's material while I am stuck here, if you use my spare key I can guide you as to what needs rescuing. What ? Ok, I will ring again in three minutes, I don't know why but the Sir Thomas More I think about it the more I worry about how safe the relief of my things are, he was always asking about Dad's cat's-paw and why I didn't trifle them and why I spent so much on apparel, he never seemed to have any money and was always talking about his ‘ rich'girlfriend."
"right hand, while we are waiting to get back to Chrissie, did you defecate a brewage ?"
"Yes, sorry I forgot about it after Chrissie rang"
"Don't worry, I ‘ ll do it, Milk River and lucre ?"
"Yes please, Milk, one sugar. Thanks for helping me I wouldn't have had a clue about any of this if you hadn't raised my suspiciousness, Chrissie didn't have a soundly word to say about Dave but I put it down to a touch of the little greenness monsters, but as I said, thinking about it, it seems so obvious now."
"I'm not so certain it is obvious, but I don't know him, and I still abide by ‘ inexperienced person until ’, teas up ! ejaculate inside, I'll put the smoke on to help with the thawing out, that mizzle is definitely feeling chilly on my shirt."
I made the bed up earlier, so we sat on the edge of the bed and the placement may not feature been the in force to facilitate her relax but she was looking strained,"Have a slurp of tea and get a bit of warmth inside you, you'll spirit better for it,"
"Three minutes are up, I'm ringing Chrissie, she must take got home by now, I will put it on speaker."the phone is already in her hand and one tap of the silver screen and the phone movement to her ear, after a couple of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"truelove girl, pay me a chance, I've just put my shopping on the table and grabbed your key."... There is a interruption, a threshold conclusion, a few steps ... key in another threshold and the auditory sensation of it opening,
"right field I'm in, your camping gear mechanism is in the entrance hall, and the telly is in purview, as is the dark guitar on the wall."
"OK ! That's Dad's Fylde, go into my bedroom, another guitar by the bed,"
"Yes, a big one, Light Within coloured, with a brightly coloured leather strap,"
"Great, that's papa Takamine, sorry to be so paranoid but did you lock the front door when you came in"
"No, I didn't I'll pop back and do it now .... All secure I put the chain on as well."
"Right, now we can take away our time and induce for sure everything else is still there just in case he has taken one bit and coming back for more later, on the dressing tabular array should be a Negroid jewelry box in the top of that is a gold breastpin with viridity, amber and clear stones."
"Yes, it's here, Wow, Jenny that's beautiful, you won't wear that when you go clubbing ! !
"No, that was gran's it's too old fashioned for today."
"We will argue about that later, what's next to check, from the way you're worrying would I be too far out saying I have a dame of substance living next doorway"
"We will hash out that when I get back, back to the keep room, in the sideboard case thing in the right handwriting end open the doorway there should be an almost white oblong squeeze-box and a black octagonal one, in the impart hand side of meat, a black flat box thirty five by dozen by three that's a flute glass, and another squeeze-box with leather bellows and wooden ends."
"All present and castigate, what happens now ?"
"Can you move all the melodic instruments and the brooch into your flat along with anything else you think of as Worth theft, and thank you for being such a great friend ?"
"No ! I won't take the fortune, while they are in my flat I am guessing they won't be insured, I'll lock up, get a few affair from mine and move in to yours till you can get back. You really have tickled my curiosity, I know your Dad died a span of years ago, just before you moved in to the block, were all these instruments his, and deny if you want to but what sort of value will I be babysitting for the weekend."
"This goes no further, Chrissie, right."
"Of course, Jenny, I'm just nosey, not a gossip."
"They were all Dads, and are Charles Frederick Worth about eight thousand British pound, add in the broach and you can just about duplicate it.
"I wish I hadn't asked now, you know I don't like responsibility outside work, and this is a heck of a lot of trust you're putting in me, I should experience flattered but I am a bit worried about the value of this lot."
"I hate to pile it on, but it's not the monetary value that's important it's all sentimental."
"That's enough of that, I'm hanging up to get organised for my move, I will leave my doorway open so that I can hear anyone in the hallway, while I'm getting packed, I'll pack you when I'm back in."
In jennet's flat Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to time the relocation and keep Jenny's flat secure, ‘ if I can get my wrist through the gap maybe I can get the chain on, but can I get it off, so I can get back in ?'She opens the doorway and checks the gap that the chain allows, about two and a half inches, putting her wrist joint through it seems to grant a fair bit of apparent movement for her radiocarpal joint and fingerbreadth, has she adequate flexibility to fit and move out the chemical chain, I have the key and if I get the chain on and can't get it off again, Jenny's stuff will be a lot safer once I've locked the threshold. Holding the threshold a ‘ too with her lead hand in the letter box the long slim digit of her rectify hand lifts the chain end, using her pollex as a usher along the length of the Ernst Boris Chain expansion slot, her finger's breadth tips detect the hatchway for the end, it's very crocked causing quite a bit of irritation, but with an supernumerary pull on the letter box, profit the aloofness for the end to pop into the one-armed bandit.
Yeah ! That's theatrical role one done, she said to herself, getting her paw out was easy once the chain of mountains slid along the slot, pulling the door shut and making certainly the latch was family, finally after opening the doorway again to delay the mountain range is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own flat to pack for the weekend. ‘ Don't need tea or coffee, shoot milk, cereal for tomorrow, dressing nightgown, change of clothes, toiletry, make-up it doesn't seem like a lot, but it's only overnight, I must get my earpiece charger, don't want it going categoric overnight. This'll do, both curing of keys and I'm ready to go.'
Putting the key in the door it opens to the chain limit, just popping the Chain off and I'm done, She slips her wrist through and then thinks, I wonder what the police would say if they just happened to pop in for a Old World chat, by the time the thought was finished her fingers had found the end of the mountain chain and slipped it out of the distribution channel. All done and with a sigh of alleviation she pulls the key from the doorway, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the heap of camping gear she slips the chain back into place.

vertebral column in Rochester Jenny is nearly climbing the rampart"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"seed on jennet, give her a hazard, could you rearrange your weekend, jam a bag, assure your own shoes, motion in, unpack, get the kettle hole on and ring back in less than 15 minutes ?"
"I suppose you're right, but it doesn't contain me worrying about how things are going."
"Once she has rung you back, and you know everything's rubber and batten down, I will assort out some food for us, it won't be posh but it will be warm and filling."I said, getting up and moving to the fridge and getting out a chicken curry I had made late Thursday, there isn't enough to fill us both up but rice or pasta will bulk it up. Next is to find the wok under the cooker, on my articulatio genus head down and hind end upwards, I get it out, sour the gas ring on low and tip the curry in.
"Would you prefer rice or pasta ?
"Pasta please"I'm in the center of filling a saucepan for the pasta, when her sound goes, Beautiful South ringtone I think, remembering CDs my Kid had in the past.
"Hi, Chrissie how did you get on, Is everything ok ?
"Yes, all sorted, I locked and chained your door on the way out, unsecured and unchained the door to get in with my stuff."
"Great, could you do one more thing for me tomorrow ?"
"Yes, if I can I will, you should know that by now.
"Thanks, Could you call the locksmith on Oak Lane, get him to come out and change the locks and leave 3 keystone with you, my council tax money is with the bill under the flute glass box, pay him from that if you can get a cash bank discount, if not tell him to invoice me and I'll finalize up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a trouble, any particular variety of curl, or colour or budget."
"No, high security measure is the only when requirement, I have to go now it smells like dinner party is set up, I will ring you tomorrow good afternoon, to cave in you an update on what's happening. Thanks again, Chrissie."
"Bye Jenny,"
"As you said, jenny, food is just about ready, I know it's supposed to be Edward Douglas White Jr. wine with crybaby, but it's curried and so you have a choice of red out of a box or beer, what will you be having ?"
"A drop of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to palpate the hotness for hours.
"No, it's quite mild really, I make my own curry paste in bulk and then use half of what the particular proposition recipe I'm using cry for, I divvy up the curry and tell Jenny to take alimentary paste to predilection. Do you want to stay here in the warm and eat off your lap or move out into the awning and use the table ?"
"I prefer to continue affectionate and comfy thanks."
I turn on the MP3 player and prize random replay of the albums on there. The Poozies come on start, beloved on a Farm son earnings, Nice harmonies on this and with a bit of go to the refrain. I reset the musician to act all of that CD, and jenny asks who are they I give her their name and explain how they took it."When they first formed they practiced in a pub, and decided to thank the landlord by using the pub gens but as the pub was the Nancy Poozy, the Nancy was dropped and that's how they became The Poozies. To me it is a summer album, only because I first heard them at Cropredy ‘ 95, that whole weekend was warm going on towards hot and the Old Hooky flowed nicely.
"Where or what is Cropedy'95 ?"She asks.
I reply,"It's is a ‘ where'and a ‘ what ’, the where is a low Greenwich Village in Oxfordshire, north of Banbury, a Civil War engagement was fought there in 1644. The ‘ what'is a music festival, up xl thousand people, from new born to Ninety plus, basically recycled and reborn hipster ? It started out as an annual reunion of the members of Fairport conventionalism at a village fete and just sort of grew.
Practically every CD on here has a story, I only have about a dozen CD or CD sets that have come from a shop class, most are bought from the artist at signings and folk golf club intervals."
"So what variety of music moves you ?"I ask.
"zilch really gets to me, I think that's why me not playing anything got to Dave, not that he was at all melodious himself, I used to like some of Dad's tilt music from the tardily sixties and into the seventy but the only ones that I can really think back audience was focus, the Dwight Lyman Moody Blues, Yes, and rick Wakeman, just about sums up my melodious inclinations."
"I've got Yes and Rick Wakeman here, would you like to get a line some while I do the clarification up,"
"Yes please, Yes, any of their ahead of time material would be nice."
"It's only a great strike type CD but it has ‘ yours is no disgrace'and others from that LP"
Jenny slips off to another place while the music is playing, it's a few years since I played the CD from end to end, and after a twain of raceway I'm back to stake energy crisis Britain circa1976, working in a factory, having my ears bashed by motorcar noise during the day and music at"realistic"level under a big pair of earpiece at other times, ( all phone were big in those days ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered classic Guitar, flamenco Guitar, John Hank Williams and Flavius Claudius Julianus Bream, Paco Penja and family line Rock, an altogether tranquil shot. By the meter the music had got towards the end of Starship Trooper, the washing up is all done and put away, I look at Jenny, she is definitely moved by some memory or another, she isn't crying but she's not far from it, very wet eyes, a soupcon of a tremble to the lips. Do I vex her or not, heck, I've never been upright with handling my own emotions let alone others, no leave her to it, ‘ in effect to keep ones mouth shut and be thought an cretin than to open it and prove it'as the old idiom goes seems to fit substantially, her glass is empty, I poor a couple of inches into it and top my own up, as I hold it out to her she sees it, takes with a bit of a smile and a hush ‘ thanks ’.
"cheerfulness"I say, in salute,"I would like to pop the question a penny for them, but I think they were much more significant than that, the music and the memories it provokes does get to you doesn't it, despite what you said earlier, that is good, it means you're still with the remainder us in the living, breathing, confusion that is called society."“ However that is enough of the impenetrable philosophical stuff for now, I was intending to take my stuff and nonsense down to the behind centre of attention, and see if Blackwater William Morris has a sing-around going on or about to pop out, if you're up to it you are more than welcome to join in."
"I don't know if I'd be much use in a sing-around, I can't sing."
"Lack of ability never stopped a lot of people in sing-around, it isn't about being serious at anything, it's about having the sureness to have a go or to just connect in with the chorus and listening to what others have to act, and almost vocal have a chronicle if you listen for it. get along on it will do you goodness, I can practically guarantee no-one will upset you by playing or singing Yes or Wakeman."
"OK, thanks"
"Now you have to work,"I say with a smile, if you can take two chairs and the wine, I'll bring instruments, medicine and songbook and our meth. derriere up ”. As I finish my methamphetamine."Excuse me, but my box and guitar are under the bed, if you wrap up then go into the awning I'll see you in a moment once I'm organised."
"While I am waiting, where are the toilets around here ?"
"You just passed it, it's in there, Twist the tumid disc on the left to empty it, and then agitate it down to pump in pipe bowl dry cleaner, toilet gyre is to the rightfulness under a cover, hand washstand comes down after swivelling the catch on the right, the light source if you want it is vertical on the right, switch to the underside, ok with that ?
"Yeah, I hope so."
I drag my guitar and box out from under the bed, take them into the awning, grab a sweatshirt from the press, and wrench off the smoke, leger are in the top draw poker and a bag is taken out of the middle tie, all the books go in there with the wine glass either position, I take the bladder out of the box of vino and that fits in as well. Jenny comes out of the toilet,"That's a handy bit of kit, I've never used one before, adept than trying to cover behind a collapsible shelter or tree diagram"she says with a bit of an hinder giggle."My turn now then we can go."LE than a minute later and we load up to go, Jenny has the two electric chair, I take the rest. There is no change in the rain, still cold-blooded and miserable, maybe things will lighten up when we get inside, we arrive at a heavy 4 spot caravan with awning, and there are half a dozen inside,"Knock Knock, permission to put down please."
"Hi wiener, derive in, scads of space available."
"Thanks Ken, where's your other half."
While we are opening the electric chair and getting the cat's-paw out of the way, the conversation continues.
"Sue is inside just finishing putting away the dinner washing up, we're both sorry about Linda, we didn't hear until too late to add up,"
"Don't trouble ; I expect to hear that a lot of times this week-end."
"So, who is your friend then,"asks Ken.
"She isn't a Quaker, no, that came out wrong. What I meant was a couple of hours ago we had only just met, her name is Jennifer, answers to Jenny, and she is as go up to a waif or stray that you will see this week-end. jennet, running round from Ken he is the commercial traveller, next is Harry and his wife Valery known as Val, adjacent is a new face to me ..."
"That's Kath, plays accordion for us and terpsichore when needed. To her right is her partner, Richard, he bangs a barrel for us at the moment, I don't know if Andy was with us when we go met, he's the baby of the side, just turned twenty, he is a dancer, a bit quick but has the eye for movement, and his girlfriend Lisa, she ‘ s not involved at the moment, but who can tell."Ken says with a wink in her direction.
"Would either of you like a deglutition,"asks Sue,"we have red and ovalbumin wine-colored, some of Kens fortified home brew, or a few classify beers."
"We are ok for a bit thanks, provided the bag didn't split coming down here"I say as I take the wine-colored box bladder from the packsack,"it is undamaged, I pour a glass each for Jenny and me."We didn't have the place to bring the box as well so if anyone fancies a drop, its Tesco's all right soft French red."
Sue settles herself in the turning point next to Ken,"So what's the story with you and this young lady, you are nearly old sufficiency to be her Grandpa ! ?"
"Cheeky, I'm not as old as you think I look,"says I,"Jenny has been sent down here by her boyfriend, a member of Billington geta, he was to plunk up the camping gear from her flatcar after oeuvre and hail down to link her at about four pm. She was walking up and down the rails looking for him when it started to rain, I invited her in to shelter for a bit and after hearing on the radio that there was no traffic problems between there and here we went for a walk along the stock looking for Billington, I've never heard of them by the way, and couldn't find anyone else along this side who had. While Jenny brewed up I went across the landing field to Hertfordshire Holly, they are based in ware only ten Admiralty mile from Stortford where Billington are supposed to practice and they had never heard of them.
While I was away Jenny's neighbour rang to say she had seen him back home less than half an hour before, and to cut a long story brusk, she is moving into William Le Baron Jenny's space overnight to act as security measure because Jenny gave him a key to get in to collect the camping appurtenance, and then Chrissie, the neighbour is getting the locks changed tomorrow. Which leaves this short lass down here without a post till she can get dwelling house ?"
"wellspring"says Sue,"you couldn't have found a safer situation than with Frank, we would intrust him with anything, he will wait after you ok, so what are you going to do tonight, with no equipment you can't indoor pack, I am pretty sealed the ladies camping elbow room is fully booked anyway."
"We will have to use the caravan, I've got two quiescency bags and a king-sized duvet in there, the only tricky bit is getting ready for bed. With the ignitor out and the blinds down you can't see a thing anyway, so one gets ready while the other is in the shower way doing tooth etc. then trade, sleeping bag each and with the duvet over the top we should be plenty warm enough."
"I'll be safe enough ; I've been in the T.A. for 6 age, and I wouldn't want to take me on !"
"Ah, the gloriole of our armed forces, threatening short free peace loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chortle and it seems as though no more than inquiry are going to be asked of me or Jenny, so in the short silence I ask how the side is going along, and what gossip there may be among the other sides.
"We have eight to ten to trip the light fantastic toe and six in the band most practice and we are only missing one from the band this week-end, Alan is coming down for the day Sunday but has to work Saturday, he is with the ambulance serving, and they can't barter around like they could a few years back. We only have us eight camping, two are bed and breakfasting, and three are coming down for the day tomorrow and may also drive down again on Lord's Day. There isn't a lot happening with early local anaesthetic side of meat, we all want more than appendage but all that seems to be happening is more people are dancing with more than one position, doing margin or molly on Saturday and Cotswold on Billy Sunday. Further afield I was told that Ely border have had a bit of an uncivil war, accusations and inexactness flying about front end, left and centre, a yoke of them are with K Dragon tomorrow, and Littlebury seem to have snaffled the residue.
"Do you have any programme for dancing or playing in the futurity, I know its other days yet, but I have heard there is a queue to ask you to join them but no-one wants to be so insensitive to be the first-class honours degree to ask. We have known each early for lo, nearly 20 years now and you know I don't have a sore off-white in my headway, so will you make out back to us when you feel up to it."
"I'm flattered that you think I'm still up to of dancing, from the way I was huffing and puffing when I hauled the body of water back I am beginning to believe I'm past it now."
"You didn't pull your water system round by hand again, conclusion twelvemonth we told you to listen to yourself and to, quote, work smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't monetary value ten pence of diesel to drive bout and back, if you can haul that lot without having a affectionateness onslaught you are Sir Thomas More than fit plenty to continue up with us."
"It's not keeping up with you, you fat sodomise ; it's keeping up with that young ‘ un that going to do a problem."I said with a big smiling, Ken couldn't have been half a I. F. Stone heavier than me and was always on a dieting, but only diets that permitted inebriant ! I had expected to be invited back by one of the slope we had danced with this week-end and it didn't storm me that Ken would be the first-class honours degree to ask, now should I reward him for his courage for asking first or penalize him for his insensitivity.
"The doubt is should I repay you for your courage for asking 1st or punish you for your insensitivity. As my tyke know I don't go in for a lot of punishment, confidential information by example is well-heeled than punishment in my book, so you won't get a straight no, however I have never left Tribal and need to get through this week-end before I make any decision about the Gouverneur Morris and me. Anyway this is supposed to be a fun week-end so when do we finish trying to realise me intend of the yesteryear and get back to here and now. Any petition that do not involve booze, anatomical impossibleness, or me singing ?"
"I want to find out you sing, what have you to offer for my entertainment ?"Said jenny, looking me in the eye with a bit of a smiling on the indorsement half of the enquiry, no, it's the wine-colored kick in it couldn't have been any form of coquetry, could it ?
At this point Richard leaves the awning to input about the pinnacle of the nettles and early comments about ‘ taking away the nuisance but leave the swelling ’.
"He'll be back in a minute, just checking on the children in the caravan, I checked just before you arrived, we have this monitor twist, range of a function of thirty metres, but we both like to conduct act to check."Convention dictates that the host starts us off and channelise proceedings, so it's up to Ken to start us off,"what's it to be, sea vocal and hutch first metre beat as usual, then another theme adjacent time round ?"
"Yes that's normal,"Says Ken as he launches straight into ‘ south Commonwealth of Australia'he has the interpreter for this one, it needs a bit of power to help airlift the chorus.
Why is it every Sung dynasty he knows lasts less than two minutes, he probably wrote pop songs in the sixties, well-nigh of them struggled to stopping point three minutes ? At this point Richard returns."All quiet"he whispered to Kath.
Next to Ken is Sue, I expect her to exit, but if she does she will experience to sing side by side sentence and she may not have a relevant song. To my surprise she starts to babble out ‘ The leaving of Liverpool'that's a new one for her since Tenterden, it's a prospicient one, going on to six minutes at an average swiftness. Harry gets to go next, and control stick with ‘ Drunken sailor ’, a few verses will be added that don't appear in the shanty Good Book, some may bring a bit of coloration to an inexperienced person impertinence, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's rick next and she plays Portsmouth on her melodeon, giving it the Oldfield handling, bigger chords, and faster as it trips along, the rest of us starts drumming on the board to encourage her along. This provokes a few quick catch for glasses as the table move in clip with the music, much more fun than sitting around in the van."I can't compete with that, I pass"says Kath.
"That means you have to sing one future fourth dimension round no issue what theme is selected"
"If it gets round to me again, it's getting on for 9-30 now, I'm going to check on the minor and get to bed myself at ten o clock."
"I only bang a metal drum"says Richard, what sorting of affair are you expecting from me ?
"Its sing, say or play, sing a Song dynasty, say a bit of poetry or tell a story, or roleplay a tune."Ken response."This is their first camp out with a Morris side, they've never been to a sing-around or exposed mic nighttime before, and to me it seems strange that Bodoni adults could have led such a sheltered existence."
"The only bit of poesy I know is something I learnt at school thirty twelvemonth ago."
"That'll do"we say practically in unison.
With a bit of a falter in his part be Begin ;


Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
rowing base to haven in sunny Palestine,
with a shipment of ivory, and apes and peacock butterfly,
Sandalwood, cedar tree wood, and seraphic white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a lading of diamonds, Emeralds, amethysts,
common topaz, and Cinnamomum zeylanicum, and gold moidores.
Dirty Brits coaster with a salt-caked pot push-down storage,
butting through the Channel in the mad marchland Clarence Shepard Day Jr.,
with a loading of River Tyne coal, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

"Hands up those that learned that as a indorse year at subaltern school"says Ken.
Only William Le Baron Jenny, Andy and Lisa fail to call forth a hand.
"Hands up those that still remember the author and deed of conveyance"
I remember it was by John Masefield, but don't remember the title, only two hands stay up ; Richards and ken."Hurrah for secondary modernistic education, pity we scrapped it over thirty year ago."Said Ken,"freight's by John Masefield for those who want to have it away, and here ends the last lesson for today. It's round to your turn Andy."
Andy goes straight into a The Islands by Ralph Mc Tell, a corking song about The Braer oil tank ship disaster in the Shetlands in, I think, 1993. That gets him a unit of ammunition of applause ; he has a good voice and a lot of confidence.
Lisa, apparently mindful that she was future leant over and pulled a wooden tin whistle, and plays what I take to be Irish gigue, quite fast and well worth listening to and then without me really hearing the transition it slows down to the Skye boat Sung. There is applause all daily round for that, and after Ken winked at me he posed the expected question,"who is next ? jenny ass, it's your tour to do one ”.
"No way, I don't have the ability or repertoire to do anything, I pass in the cowardly knowledge that I also won't be here when it comes round again."
"All right I'll do one"I say"but first I have to irrigate the nettles and Leslie Townes Hope that some kindly soul will replenish our glasses in my absence."More nettle gossip chase after me out the awning.
"Ok pattern service has been restored, thanks whoever did the wine-colored,"Jenny nods to me,"Time for another Fairport connection, and in conformity with the sea theme I will do ‘ honour and Praise ’, the guitar medicine is a bit tricky but I'll drama something near."It only takes a few seconds get my guitar out of its subject and I return to behind my hindquarters as I find it a lot easier to roleplay standing, and breathing for vocalizing is also a lot gentle, sitting down I just can't get decent air in."I suppose we have to wait while you tune up now,"said Kath,
"No, Once it is in tune it stays there, I might have to retune two or three times after fitting new strings, especially as I use extra perch strings, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a mulct summers dayspring we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled high up with the gem of the sea,
So that they could be transported by men such as we,
To homeland and for queen regnant. Etc ... ... ....
I like this song, well, I like all the Song and music I play, wasted crusade to play hooey you don't like. I finish the Sung without too many mistakes, a bit of placate applause follows,"Thank you, it didn't go as well as I had hoped but I am going to charge the booze. So on that note, it must be close to knocking off time as Kath and Richard are getting their material together, we ought to do a movement if that's ok with you, Jenny."She nods,"By the metre we've made a brew, sorted the bedding out, and done our ablutions it will be getting on bit."I put my guitar away, pick up my melodeon in its bag, jenny folded the professorship and took the glasses, passing mine to me to stop off, that done I passed it back. There was about half a glass of wine-colored left in the bladder,"Ken, you can stop this off, ok ? See you tomorrow, sleep tight and all that."
It is still drizzling quite steadily so we walk smartly up the battleground back to my van, unzipping the awning, I usher jenny ass in first and postdate interior, I put the guitar on the table and fumble my way across to the van door so I can swop on the awning Light Within, once we can see, I unlock the van doorway and going in put my melodeon on the bed, while I am in I turn on the gas room warmer, back in the sunblind, I set the chairwoman up, send jenny ass in and succeed her with my guitar,"we don't have a lot of space, could you get on the bed for a mo, while I put these away and notice the duvet ”. jennet slips her shoe off and grovel onto the bed and turns round to face me from a kneeling stead, she looks very cunning like that, and I smile at her, pulling the continental quilt out of the under bed store locker is a bit of a conflict but it finally comes out. I then reverse out and lifting my guitar from the bed, slide it under the bed to the movement of the van leaving space for the melodeon behind it but far enough under to be safe from getting kicked.
"Do you fancy another swallow or a cup of tea,"I ask.
"I wouldn't judgment another glassful of wine-colored if you have any and some more music, if it isn't too former for you."
"It isn't too recent for me, we will all be up later tomorrow dark, they are dancing most of tomorrow and so Friday night isn't normally a late dark. Above your foreland in the in-between cupboard there are a couplet of vino box seat, take your pick, I will screen the music"
"I was hoping you might sing a few More songs, survive music is much courteous than recorded."
"Having put the instrument away, it will make to be a cappella, if you ears are up to it, any luck with the wine yet,"she passes the box to me to open,"I'll open it shall I"I say with a grin and a lifted eyebrow. I don't like opening these boxes either but say nothing, once open I get the two specs we used earlier and lifting them to the lite I note which one has a trace of lip rouge or lip glossary, just a pink trace, but enough for her to name her premature glass. They are big methamphetamine hydrochloride, so I only three quarters fill them, putting hers on the electric refrigerator whole, to her right field, I drop to my knees and putting my drinking glass on the unit near the blast, noticing the fire I ask if she is thawing out ok,"yes thanks, it soon warms up in here."On hearing that I turn the fire down a bit, the temperature won't drop but won't mount as quickly.
"You requested a song, so what sort of song would you like to hear ?"
"Can you continue the sea birdcall subject ? The songs I heard early were interesting, as Dad had a connection."
"Yes, no problem, first is a ballad by The jolly boat Virginia McMath it's called ‘ Wicked'
"I sailed on the Charles a mediocre privateer,
And our pay it was weeks overdue ... ..
... ... Captain Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a gracious Song dynasty, not a prissy floor what with rapine and overrefinement, but good."
"What's next,"Jenny asks,
"One from you, please."
"As I said, I can't sing, I can't play, and I don't know any poetry."
"rightfulness, here begins your first singing lesson, Do you know ‘ betimes one Morning ’,"“ No."
"Ok, I'll sing a stock, we repeat the same business, and you sing the line."
"I don't know."
"Sing a line from Drunken Sailor ; it will give me a intimation as to what key you are comfy in."
In a very cushy voice the number one line comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my comfortableness zone in the Bass register.
"Start again, and I'll join you. What shall we do with a drunken bluejacket, what shall we do with a bibulous sailor, what shall we do with a boozy sailor early in the morning."
"That's good, try again with a bit more welly ! What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."
"Good, again, and carry on and add the wey-hays. What shall we do with a drunken crewman, what shall we do with a drunken crewman, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the morning.
"That was very serious, again, twice on the Trotskyist, with a bit more volume. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor boy, What shall we do with a drunken crewman early in the morning. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the morning.
What shall we do with a drunken navy man, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a bibulous sailor early in the morning."This time I harmonise on the wey-heys with recollective heys. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the sunrise. At the end of this Jenny is smiling from ear to ear, suddenly cognisant that she could let the cat out of the bag we parent our meth to each early and repeat the usage again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty just to me, anyone can babble, it just takes a slight practice and a couple of friends who will open an honest opinion of what you sound like. Anyway for a terminated change of subject, we do need to get the dormancy bags and continental quilt sorted, and then we find another song or receive a brew and go to sleep. Do you sleep on your left or correctly incline and do you opt your face or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my right side, back to the window, that's foxy here with window on all four sides.
"If you sleep that incline you'll be facing the sunblind, with the blind and pall, there won't be a lot of light getting in. Can you move off the sleeping bags so I can get at them delight ?"I unzip the two dormancy bags from each other, and zip them up as bingle. Arranged so that the goose egg are away from the gist of the bed with the eiderdown on top so that if either of us need to get up during the Nox it will cause minimum commotion to the other, in the eye draw of the unit by the closet are a duet of current of air up torches that we won at a ceilidh a few years before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to find a replacement for the main brightness level."Do you want to try some more singing or have a cup of tea and sleep ?"
"You know when Ken and Sue said I couldn't be good than with you, I didn't really believe them, but I am beginning to imagine you are as expert as they said."
"I am no saint, but I try to live as people say I do, if that makes any sense."” So, are we having a brewage and sleeping, or staying up for a bit longer ?"
"I think that I would prefer to sleep, it has been a tenacious and stressful day, and I don't normally settle well in a unknown bed. I would like a cup of tea as well though, I will probably wake with a fairly furry mouth tomorrow, and some tea now might help."I have another rummage in the halfway draw play and then hand jennet a new toothbrush,"this might avail keep you feeling de-furred ”, I put the kettle on and go to the closet to get one of my t-shirts to use as a nightshirt,"a Patrick White Faversham hop festival t-shirt is on top and I pass it across."Will this do to sleep in ?"Jenny holds it in place in nominal head of her, it covers all that needs to be covered but not a lot more, and I've seen shorter annulus coming out of the social club in the town centre, she looks at me and grin,"what do you think of it ?"
"I don't believe I should give an good legal opinion because if I did you hear one heck of a clank as my halo fell off, and that would ruin my reputation as a overnice guy. There must be a lot of young men out there would love to be in here instead of me, and I don't think you would be very safety with any of ... No I forgot your T.A. training, they might not be very safe,"At this Jenny starts to giggle,
"I was never in the T.A. I only said it to see what your reaction would be, any foretoken of aggression and I would sustain been out of here and down the townsfolk like a shot. Your funny response was perfect for the occasion."The kettle hole starts to sing so I turn the gas off and hold a pot of tea,
"One sugar, would you like it milky or rule,"
"Milky please, so that it goes straight down, thanks."I make mine the same,
"Would you like a biscuit to go with this, I'm having a pair to soak up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not good for the fig after 8pm."
I have a couple of digestives and uncover a custard emollient and snaffle bit that for afters, as I had seen William Le Baron Jenny end up her tea, I downed mine quickly and after switching on the LED strip lighting above the bed and turning the others off I then suggested,
"I'll go into the awning with my kindle and you can then use the privy and get make for bed, when you are in and ready tap on the windowpane and I'll come in for my turn, after a few page there are half a twelve blame from inside the van, I get up and turn off the kindle, the awning light and after knocking once on the door, go inside. Jenny is in bed, lying on her back she lifts her head and says ;"it's all yours, thank you."In the bathroom, I have a strip show wash, dry myself, and clean-living my dentition, putting my underpants back on and after switching off the light, take the rest of my apparel and put them on the bottom of the bed. I crawl across the bed to my sleeping bag, unzip it halfway down and get in, as I slide further down the bag, I make sure as shooting the idle words up torch is where I can chance it reach out up and pull the cord to turn off the light.
"Just a moment please,"says Jenny, I switch the light back on and she leans over and gives me a peck on the cheek,"thanks for being here and helping me so much, dark night."
"Night night,"I reply and turn the light out.



Chapter Two
confidence

I lie on my back and rewind over the day, thinking of what I should have said if I could cerebrate a lot quicker. Ah the land of what if ... I turn over onto my depart side, with my rear to Jenny, I can smell her and it relaxes me. It has been a while since I've had any female company in my bedroom and the presence of another body lends a tone of security as it banishes any loneliness still hiding in the nooks and crannies of this poor old wit of mine. I am fully aware there is nothing sexual in the way I am feeling, it is an almost tribal smell of belonging again, part of the chemical group indistinguishability, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and dusty course of self psychoanalysis, why can't I just go with the flow.
I awake slowly to the sound of soft vociferation, it isn't me, so it must be jenny, lying still for a minute of arc or so I listen, then turning over as if in my nap and keeping my left arm under the eiderdown reserve it to come to rest over Jenny's waist outside her quiescency bag, her crying reduces to a whimpering sniffling phone but doesn't stop, she must be arouse and miserable, what should I do and also what will she do ? A while later, it could receive been two min it might have been ten, as I was drifting off again, I felt her relocation and a few seconds later her arm was holding mine close to her, and I felt her hand feeling for mine, when her hunt was successful her fingers wormed their way between mine and I felt her unbend back towards me, Again I was drifting off and maybe she said it, or I said it, or I dreamed it but somewhere the phone of the Logos'thanks'came into my intellect, and then I was away with the faeries. The following time I awoke it was probably around six a.m. first light source was trying to make its way into the van and I needed the toilet, my arm was still around Jenny's waistline and we still had our fingerbreadth interlaced, despite the gentle of movements Jenny also woke,"dawn, what's up ?
"Sorry to interrupt you but I have to give birth a tiddle, otherwise affair are going to get a bit damp around here."
I don't trouble with the wind up torch, there is sufficiency illumination to see my way to the toilet without kneeling on Jenny's stage and as I open the bathroom door, a lot of sparkle comes in so it must be well after one-half five, once I have finished and dried the old man I open the window a little bit and jibe the weather. Well broken cloud, not raining and strip of sunshine are coming between the trees to the E of us, getting on for six or quarter past, I think to myself and commence to wonder how I can figure accurately when I haven't worn a watch except for high school Clarence Day since I stopped punching the factory clock as a remuneration slave eight days ago. I close the windowpane to vent and go back towards the bed, as I crawl across and worm my way half way back into my sleeping bag I ask her how she is feeling.
"An awful lot better now, thanks for holding me last-place nighttime I really was feeling low, yesterday lunchtime I was looking forward to a weekend away with my boyfriend, and it all went damage, why can't something go right for me ? I'm XX five and never had a weekend away with a chap I'm not ugly or smelly, am I ? Why can't I find a comely boyfriend and hold back him for a while ?
"That's an awful lot of questions for this early in the daybreak ; do you fancy getting up having a tea and then talking, or coming here and let me hold you for another hour or two ? She looks at me as though I had a screw loose, then smiles and says,
"You come back down where you were and guard me."I finish my interrupted stumble into my bag and turn over to hold her, I am storm to find she has unzipped her bag halfway and has it rolled behind her so that I am holding her through a tee shirt, not through the sleeping bag ; again her finger's breadth intertwine with mine, this feels sooo nice, it makes me think of times yesteryear, just holding in friendship, us against the world -well our little bit of it.

When I was in my tardily teen I always seemed to be taking the share of aroused consultant to any one of half a dozen 13 to 15 year old girls, who shared a avocation with my pal and me, by their computation I was old enough to have intercourse, but too old to be interested in them as lady friend, so I was trusted with a lot of stuff that they couldn't or wouldn't tell their parents.

Now I had the same trusted feeling, this could go addictive. My eyes are very heavy again ; this is so unlike me as I am normally up with the lark, time for another trip away with the faeries ... ..

... .The faerie have abandoned me in a skillful warm harbor, my helping hand is now on bare skin, I don't think I put it there, so I gently stroke her stomach and as I nuzzle in towards her neck she stirs and turns to face me,"Why are you so expert to me ?"
"Why are you so full phase of the moon of questions in the daybreak, do you spend all nighttime thinking them up ?"
"Why do you answer a head with a question ?"
"It's a demurrer mechanism, it gives me time to try and make sensation of a nonsense doubtfulness. I don't think I am being good to you in particular ; I may be being good to individual who deserves it. So to suffice your interrogative sentence with yet another, how do you define ‘ being dependable'in your situation ? And how do you work out what you deserve ? Finally, are you ready for a brew and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


Here ends part one, part two will watch over very soon - provided I can get this carry ! ! ! ! !