All fictitious character are fictitious, If a grapheme name is used in connector with a face, it's just co-incidence if that given name belongs in that side. Insofar as song words being included I don't know the legalities or etiquette involved, I have given the opening few and last few stock if that is all that is needed or the song in broad if the text needs it and credit to the writer in either pillow slip, traditional songs are treated the same but credited as Traditional.

This is a fiction narrative, not fantasy and while there is a lot of passion and some very titillating action in later parts and in book two if you are looking for raw action then I am sorry but this is n't the book for you.


Chapter One
get together


It's Friday 29th of April, 4pm and I've just driven into Fort Pitt Grammar School in Rochester. It is a gray and chilly good afternoon as I drive through the car Mungo Park and onto the mutation flying field, a short drive along the right hired hand side of the subject area to halfway along the fencing material beside the tennis courts, this where I pull up and park the caravan parallel of latitude with the fence to unite with other camping bus etc. performing at the Sweeps festival. I have been coming to sweeps for over twenty old age but this is the first since I lost my wife. This yr I'm not performing - a slope we both danced with conclusion class has put me on their strength for the weekend - so I can just relax and enamor up with news and gossip from friends in other incline that I've not seen since the Tenterden folk weekend last Oct.
First matter first though, wind the corner steadies down and level the two berth van and break through a can of Old Speckled Hen before I get the awning up, hopefully before the blackening clouds drop the rain that is forecast for over Nox and early break of the day, not as easy single handed and I definitely feel the need for a few orang-utan cistron as my arms seem to be a goodness infantry too unforesightful to hold in up the fabric and seize the next rod that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, next is to format the two solar control panel and get the electric car connected up, the last task is to get some water - 40 litres in the aqua roll and ten for the can tank- it's a bit of a trek round to the early side of the internet site and a fair weight to haul back but I haven't used the car to stir piss before and hopefully I'm not going to depart 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 return to the caravan I connect the Aqua-roll and run the pump until the scent of sterilising fluid dissipates then fulfill the kettle for a brew, While the tympanum is heating I make the bed up, I don't fondness trying to slumber on either of the unmarried size seam at the face of the van, knowing my destiny I'll probably nightfall out, so make up the replete width bed as we usually did, it's about six metrical unit three square ; lots of room to disseminate out in, bloody lonely though, ‘ snap out of it'I tell myself, ‘ that way leads to more weeds and Depression ’.
I connect my MP3 player into the van audio system of rules and listen to Amazing Blondel's"England ”, a most slow down LP/CD to listen to. I had the LP from the seventies and bought the re-mastered CD from the artist when they were at"common people off the wharf"at Cromer. To further still my way into the weekend the timpani starts to sing as"Seascape"begins and the first drops of rain patters onto the awning, oh well, two out of three isn't too bad. Sitting in the sunshade with a goodly large mug of steaming Yorkshire tea, I think back over the last twenty three years, here for all but one or two Sweeps, I have danced, played, or drummed for six, no seven slope, I prefer molding and molly and am not so keen on north-west, this means that whilst I may well only know thirty or forty people's public figure I am on nodding terminal figure with a hundred or more, that's the form of companionship I will appreciate this week-end, and there should be a sing-around or candid awning somewhere on the field every evening.
The rain sounds as though it's getting heavier so I glance up from my Kindle to check and see someone walking slowly along the row of vans and tent as though looking for individual or another. female and in her 1920s, dingy hair pulled back into a very long pony tail, not a swell passel of make-up although not too well-situated to severalize in the weakened visible radiation, this coupled with her blue wearable makes exact estimates difficult. She is about five foot six or seven and slim but with a number, black scant coat tailored in to the waist and flaring over her articulatio coxae, black or navy pant, black horseshoe with a slight heel, office girl, secretary, acres broker ? Nosey, singular or just trying to help,"Do you need any help ?"I ask and she jumps as though I poked her in the ribs.
"No thanks, I'm waiting for my boyfriend, he's bringing the tenting stuff and nonsense and we arranged to conform to along here about an minute ago, assuming the traffic on the M11 & M25 was good or sometime later if it was bad. The job is he doesn't have a mobile speech sound so I can't touch him to find out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my awning for a few minutes or so, I can find fault up Essex and Rockwell Kent traffic intelligence on the receiving set in the van so at to the lowest degree you can have an idea 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 arrival time."I stop Blondel and tune the wireless to ninety five point three FM. A few proceedings later at twenty-five past five BBC Essex reports all shed light on on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the bridge, around 15 minutes delay and no reported wait in Kent.
"fountainhead"I say"It doesn't flavour like there are any traffic fuss, 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 flat, and should give left about two o'clock ; he assumed an hour for the M11 and M25, twenty proceedings for traffic over the bridge, and another forty for A2, M2, and Rochester and he should have arrived around four o'clock ”."I don't know what to do ; he should give all our bivouacking stuff and my dress for the weekend !"
"In your shoes I would desire to line up out if he has left or not, and if he has left, when he left. Another thought, since you were both coming here, either you or he is a member of one of the slope performing this week-end, it might be worth searching them out to find out if they may have heard anything, so who are you with ?
"Dave terpsichore with Billington Clog, I, by the way am Jennifer, most people call me Jenny, and Dave was hoping that a week-end away with them would get me involved as well ”.
"It's beneficial to bonk names, I'm weenie, so shall we see if we can find Billington, I assume they are on this side of the field of operation as that's where you were looking."
"Dave said they camped on the right hand side on the edge of the discipline, I suppose that depends on which way you're facing but I assumed he was talking in terminal figure of arrival which would be this incline of the field."
"OK, I have been coming to sweeps for nearly twenty years, I know a lot of sides, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and exploit our way down to the bottom middle, the side down there is usually Blackwater Esther Morris, we danced with them for four or five years around the round of the hundred, I only have one brolly so we will scoop share that as it's sounding a bit damp out there, although it always sounds wetter under an sunshade than it actually is outside. Do you know the names of any Billington people so at least we can be mixer ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"nighttime spicy Hyundai I10"she says as a dark car approaches, no, it's a little Honda. We walk towards the steps at the top end of the flying field, I can't see any Robert Morris kit at the camper van parked at the end so after knocking on the door, it is answered by a man in his Fifties or thereabouts holding a pint pewter tankard, and wearing a stagnant sawbuck tee shirt, I ask,"Hi, are you performing this week-end ?"
"No, not this yr to the highest degree of our lot think it costs too a good deal 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 know what side is parked side by side to you, or do you have any approximation where Billington clog dance might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a hint who is next to us, Pretty Grim are the other side of them both side of meat 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 Wed evenings at a hotel in Bishops Stortford, that's just about all I know, not a lot of help am I ?"
"Never creative thinker, we'll go and see if anyone is in side by side door, if not we can ask at Grim, I know a few of them and a twain of them are very learned about east Anglian sides ”. The rain is now a brace gentle rain, not low temperature, but the breeze makes it experience chilly. There is no-one around the tent, so we move down the line, a duo of Grim mass are sipping beer and talking under a gazebo and they say it is a Cotswold side following door on the entrance incline, the rest of Pretty Grim are down the town getting food, so we continue on to the next collection of vanguard and tents, these belong to Blackbird Border, Another side from Bedfordshire, it's their kickoff prison term here as a face, a few members have been here with former sides 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 time a car comes onto the field, the next couple of collapsible shelter belong to to Winstree Hundred Clog, they are a long established side from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for geezerhood, most of their mass are nearer to Blackwater, again cypher knows of Billington and their commercial traveler has a dance political program for the fete - this is just a guide to where incline might or might not be - it has been said that organising a dancing schedule for Morris face is akin to herding cats ! The dance schedule doesn't list 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.
"wellspring we are back at my caravan 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 unknown that no-one has heard of them. I might well go for a wander down towards Blackwater and see who is between us and them and then cross to the other position of the field and get Hertfordshire Holly if they are camping this year ; they are from Ware and if I remember aright that's only ten sea mile from Stortford, Some-one must know something about them, If you can watch out the kettle and make brew, the fastening are in there."I say, pointing to the cupboard over the cooker, be back in five minutes or so."
I continued walking down the theater of operations towards Blackwater ; next to us are visitor from Holland just come to see the festival and then move on somewhere else, past them are the residue 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 campsite opposite my van where the trees are growing down a absorb savings bank, asking at the first campervan with lights on whom they are and if they know of Billington Clog ?"Sorry, I can't be of very much aid we're Moonshine, it's our commencement class but know that the Witchmen are from the calypso motor-home to the corner, and they are a Cotswold side of meat over the road way, I don't know who is next to us down the field, it's a ladies English with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A shortstop wander to a group of musician and a distich of questions confirm that they are indeed Hertfordshire Charles Hardin Holley but no-one knows of Billington. That, so far as I am concerned, means that Billington doesn't exist, the entirely really worrying doubtfulness is why St. David told Jennifer all that material about camping here for the week-end, as I wander back to the wagon train by following the athletic competition track round the field, I recognise a span of Blackwater people, pay them a wave 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 well-chosen at all, the light isn't good but it looks like she's had a few tears.
"What's up ?"I ask,
"Chrissie, she's has the plane next to me, environ just after you left as she was wondering where I was. I'm normally plate before her and as she had seen Dave in the Red Lion smoking 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 hypothesis was forming in my mind,"I don't want to pry but if Chrissie is in the flat side by side to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a flat ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the myopic somewhat disconnected reply.
"Pure speculation, but do you live by yourself and if so has anyone else got a key to your flat"?
"Since you don't know where I live I can tell you that, I do populate solo, and Chrissie has my second supererogatory key in character I lose mine or leave them at study, Dave has my other key ‘ cos all the camping stuff is mine and he was picking it up after work, why ?"
"I'm just a minuscule concerned at the way affair are starting to regulate up, so do you have much in the way of high value stuff and nonsense in your level, stereo, telly, and jewellery and so on, and was Dave aware of their value and emplacement"?
"I have a few things that are worth a bit, my Dad's melodic instruments, a broach that belonged to my grannie that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to put aspersions without some form of test copy but I can't help thought process that he might have planned to throw you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your clobber ”. The colour drained from Jenny's face and she looked like her leg weren't too steady, she rested her workforce on the bound of the board and slumped down into a chair."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 medal flute wouldn't be his ! !
"aspect"I say,"If, note the if that is what someone planned, it is fairly sluttish to spike their guns, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the authoritative items into her unconditional as soon as possible if she can, you could speak her through where they are Mobile River to mobile assuming of course of instruction that she has one. I hope your Dad didn't play grand piano or double freshwater bass, it might be a bit slick for her."
"No there is nothing heavy, a flute, two acoustic guitars, a melodeon and two concertinas."This was said while she was ringing Chrissie, it seemed to get hold of 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 of a big party favour if you can and as quickly as possible, I think Dave got me down here so he can twinge my Dad's stuff while I am stuck here, if you use my scanty key I can run 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 rest of my things are, he was always asking about Dad's musical instrument and why I didn't play them and why I spent so a great deal on dress, he never seemed to take any money and was always talking about his ‘ fat'girlfriend."
"rightfulness, while we are waiting to get back to Chrissie, did you constitute a brew ?"
"Yes, sorry I forgot about it after Chrissie rang"
"Don't worry, I ‘ ll do it, milk and shekels ?"
"Yes please, Milk, one sugar. Thanks for helping me I wouldn't have had a hint about any of this if you hadn't raised my suspicions, Chrissie didn't have a good Holy Writ to say about Dave but I put it down to a touch of the trivial green 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 ‘ innocent until ’, teas up ! Come inside, I'll put the heater on to help with the thawing out, that drizzle is definitely feeling chilly on my shirt."
I made the bed up earlier, so we sat on the border of the bed and the location may not have been the sound to help her relax but she was looking strained,"Have a slurp of tea and get a bit of warmth inside you, you'll feel better for it,"
"trine minutes are up, I'm ringing Chrissie, she must experience got home by now, I will put it on speaker."the phone is already in her bridge player and one tap of the screen and the earphone movement to her ear, after a duet of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"Steady daughter, apply me a chance, I've just put my shopping on the board and grabbed your key."... There is a pause, a threshold culmination, a few steps ... key in another room access and the audio of it opening,
"Right I'm in, your camping gear is in the hall, and the telly is in persuasion, as is the dreary 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 shoulder strap,"
"Great, that's Dads Takamine, sorry to be so paranoiac 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."
"rightfulness, now we can take our time and create sure everything else is still there just in instance he has taken one bit and coming back for more later, on the dressing board should be a black jewellery box in the top of that is a gold brooch with green, 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 grannie's it's too old fashioned for today."
"We will reason about that later, what's next to check, from the way you're worrying would I be too far out saying I have a lady of substance living side by side doorway"
"We will discuss that when I get back, back to the animation room, in the sideboard character thing in the right hand end open the room access there should be an almost blanched oblong squeeze-box and a black octagonal one, in the leave hand side, a blacken flat box thirty five by 12 by three that's a champagne flute, and another squeeze-box with leather yowl and wooden ends."
"All award and correct, what happens now ?"
"Can you move all the musical instruments and the brooch into your mat along with anything else you think of as worth stealing, and thank you for being such a neat 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 things from mine and move in to yours till you can get back. You really have tickled my curiosity, I know your Dad died a duo of years ago, just before you moved in to the blocking, were all these legal document his, and turn down if you want to but what sort of time value will I be babysitting for the weekend."
"This goes no further, Chrissie, right."
"Of form, Jenny, I'm just nosey, not a gossip."
"They were all daddy, and are worth about eight thousand pounds, add in the brooch and you can just about twofold 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 feel flattered but I am a bit occupy 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 result my threshold open so that I can learn anyone in the hallway, while I'm getting packed, I'll ring you when I'm back in."
In Jenny's categoric Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to time the move and keep open Jenny's mat 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 door and checks the gap that the chain allows, about two and a half inch, putting her wrist through it seems to allow a fair bit of move for her wrist and fingers, has she plenty tractableness to fit and remove the 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 door. Holding the threshold a ‘ too with her left mitt in the letter box the long slim fingers of her compensate hand lifts the chemical chain end, using her ovolo as a guide along the length of the chain slot, her finger tips detect the gap for the end, it's very miserly causing quite a bit of discomfort, but with an special pull on the letter box, profit the distance for the end to pop into the slot.
Yeah ! That's part one done, she said to herself, getting her hand out was easy once the chain slid along the expansion slot, pulling the doorway shut and making trusted the latch was plate, finally after opening the door again to check the Sir Ernst Boris Chain is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own matt to pack for the weekend. ‘ Don't need tea or deep brown, acquire Milk, cereal for tomorrow, dressing gown, change of clothes, toiletries, composition it doesn't seem like a lot, but it's only nightlong, I must get my phone charger, don't want it going plane overnight. This'll do, both sets of keys and I'm ready to go.'
Putting the key in the doorway it opens to the Chain limit, just popping the concatenation off and I'm done, She slips her wrist through and then thinks, I wonder what the police force would say if they just happened to pop in for a Old World chat, by the clock time the thought was finished her fingers had found the end of the mountain chain and slipped it out of the channel. All done and with a suspiration of stand-in she pulls the key from the door, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the spate of camping gear she slips the chain back into place.

spine in Rochester William Le Baron Jenny is nearly climbing the rampart"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"Come on William Le Baron Jenny, give her a chance, could you rearrange your weekend, pack a bag, secure your own place, move in, unpack, get the kettle on and ring back in less than 15 min ?"
"I suppose you're right, but it doesn't stop me worrying about how things are going."
"Once she has rung you back, and you know everything's good and secure, I will sort out some food for us, it won't be posh but it will be strong and filling."I said, getting up and moving to the electric refrigerator and getting out a chicken curry I had made late Thursday, there isn't enough to satisfy us both up but rice or alimentary paste will bulge it up. Next is to determine the wok under the cooker, on my knees head down and nates upwards, I get it out, turn the gas ring on low and tip the curry in.
"Would you prefer Elmer Rice or pasta ?
"pasta please"I'm in the middle of filling a saucepan for the pasta, when her phone goes, Beautiful Confederacy ringtone I think, remembering CDs my kids 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, unlock 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 make out out and change the locks and leave 3 samara with you, my council tax money is with the handbill under the flute box, pay him from that if you can get a immediate payment discount, if not tell him to invoice me and I'll finalize up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a problem, any detail sort of curl, or colour or budget."
"No, high protection is the sole demand, I have to go now it smells like dinner is gear up, I will ring you tomorrow afternoon, to give you an update on what's happening. Thanks again, Chrissie."
"Bye Jenny,"
"As you said, Jenny, nutrient is just about ready, I know it's supposed to be white vino with volaille, but it's curried and so you have a selection of red out of a box or beer, what will you be having ?"
"A pearl of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to sense the heat for hours.
"No, it's quite balmy really, I make my own curry library paste in bulk and then use half of what the special recipe I'm using calls for, I divvy up the curry and tell Jenny to take pasta to taste. Do you want to detain here in the warm and eat off your lap or move out into the sunblind and use the table ?"
"I prefer to stay strong and comfortable thanks."
I turn on the MP3 player and select random replay of the record album on there. The Poozies come on first-class honours degree, Love on a Farm Boys reward, decent musical harmony on this and with a bit of go to the chorus. I reset the musician to play all of that CD, and Jenny asks who are they I give her their epithet and explain how they took it."When they first formed they practiced in a pub, and decided to give thanks the landlord by using the pub name 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 record 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 minor Greenwich Village in Oxfordshire, Second Earl of Guilford of Banbury, a Civil War conflict was fought there in 1644. The ‘ what'is a music festival, up forty thousand mass, from new born to Ninety plus, basically recycled and converted hippies ? It started out as an annual reunion of the extremity of Fairport pattern 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, most are bought from the artists at signings and kinsfolk club intervals."
"So what sort of euphony moves you ?"I ask.
"naught really gets to me, I think that's why me not playing anything got to Dave, not that he was at all musical himself, I used to like some of Dad's rock medicine from the latterly sixties and into the seventies but the only one that I can really think of audition was centering, the Helen Newington Wills Blues, Yes, and kink Wakeman, just about union up my musical inclinations."
"I've got Yes and wrick Wakeman here, would you like to hear some while I do the glade up,"
"Yes please, Yes, any of their ahead of time material would be nice."
"It's only a greatest hitting type CD but it has ‘ yours is no disgrace'and others from that LP"
Jenny slips off to another shoes while the medicine is playing, it's a few old age since I played the CD from end to end, and after a pair of running I'm back to station energy crisis United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland circa1976, working in a factory, having my capitulum bashed by machine disturbance during the day and medicine at"realistic"levels under a big twosome of headphones at other times, ( all phone were big in those days ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered classical music Guitar, gypsy dancing Guitar, privy Theodore Samuel Williams and Flavius Claudius Julianus sea bream, Paco Penja and kinsfolk rock, an altogether quieter scene. By the clock time the music had got towards the end of starship Trooper, the washing up is all done and put away, I look at William Le Baron Jenny, she is definitely moved by some memory or another, she isn't cry but she's not far from it, very wet eyes, a tinge of a shiver to the sass. Do I disturb her or not, heck, I've never been good with handling my own emotions let alone others, no leave her to it, ‘ wagerer to keep ones mouth shut and be thought an retard than to afford it and bear witness it'as the old set phrase goes seems to fit comfortably, her methamphetamine is empty, I piteous 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 grinning and a hush ‘ thanks ’.
"cheer"I say, in military greeting,"I would wish to proffer a penny for them, but I think they were much more important than that, the music and the retention it provokes does get to you doesn't it, despite what you said earlier, that is honest, it means you're still with the rest us in the living, breathing, confusion that is called society."“ However that is enough of the lowering philosophical poppycock for now, I was intending to remove my stuff down to the underside nitty-gritty, and see if Blackwater Morris has a sing-around going on or about to start out, if you're up to it you are to a greater extent than welcome to link in."
"I don't know if I'd be much use in a sing-around, I can't sing."
"deficiency of ability never stopped a lot of people in sing-around, it isn't about being beneficial at anything, it's about having the authority to bear a go or to just join in with the refrain and listening to what others have to play, and nearly songs have a chronicle if you listen for it. occur on it will do you good, 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 grinning, if you can rent two chairs and the wine, I'll bring cat's-paw, music and songbook and our glasses. hind end up ”. As I finish my glass."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 mo once I'm organised."
"While I am waiting, where are the john around here ?"
"You just passed it, it's in there, Twist the heavy magnetic disk on the left field to void it, and then advertize it down to pump in bowl cleaner, lav roll is to the rightfulness under a cover, helping hand drainage basin comes down after swivelling the catch on the right, the light if you want it is erect on the right, switch over to the bottom, ok with that ?
"Yeah, I hope so."
I drag my guitar and box out from under the bed, take on them into the sunblind, grab a sweatshirt from the closet, and turn off the heater, books are in the top attraction and a bag is taken out of the midriff lot, all the Christian Bible go in there with the wine-coloured ice either side, I take the bladder out of the box of wine 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, unspoilt than trying to enshroud behind a collapsible shelter or tree"she says with a bit of an embarrassed giggle."My turning now then we can go."lupus erythematosus than a min later and we load up to go, William Le Baron Jenny has the two chairs, I take the rest. There is no variety in the rain, still cold and miserable, maybe thing will brighten up when we get inside, we arrive at a tumid 4 berth caravan with awning, and there are half a XII inside,"Knock belt, permission to get into please."
"Hi wiener, come in, lots of space available."
"Thanks Ken, where's your early half."
While we are opening the chairs and getting the instrument 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 total,"
"Don't worry ; I expect to hear that a lot of sentence this week-end."
"So, who is your friend then,"asks Ken.
"She isn't a friend, no, that came out wrong. What I meant was a couple of minute ago we had only just met, her name is Jennifer, answers to William Le Baron Jenny, and she is as near to a waif or stray that you will see this week-end. Jenny, running unit of ammunition from Ken he is the bagman, adjacent is Harry and his wife Valery known as Val, next is a new face to me ..."
"That's Kath, plays accordion for us and saltation when needed. To her right field is her mate, Richard, he bangs a drum for us at the here and now, I don't know if Andy was with us when we last met, he's the child of the position, just turned twenty, he is a dancer, a bit fast but has the eye for drive, and his girlfriend Lisa, she ‘ s not involved at the moment, but who can tell."Ken says with a flash in her direction.
"Would either of you like a drink,"asks Sue,"we have red and Edward Douglas White Jr. wine, some of Kens fortified home brew, or a few assorted beers."
"We are ok for a bit thanks, provided the bag didn't split coming down here"I say as I take the wine box vesica from the backpack,"it is undamaged, I pour a spyglass each for Jenny and me."We didn't have the space to bring the box as well so if anyone fancies a drop, its Tesco's finest sonant Daniel Chester French red."
Sue settles herself in the turning point next to Ken,"So what's the story with you and this Cy 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 fellow member of Billington clog, he was to cull up the camping gear from her flat after work and come down to unite her at about four pm. She was walking up and down the track looking for him when it started to rain, I invited her in to shelter for a bit and after hearing on the receiving set that there was no dealings problems between there and here we went for a paseo along the wrinkle looking for Billington, I've never heard of them by the way, and couldn't find anyone else along this side who had. While William Le Baron Jenny brewed up I went across the field of honor to Hertfordshire Holly, they are based in product only ten Roman mile from Stortford where Billington are supposed to practice and they had never heard of them.
While I was away jenny ass's neighbour rang to say she had seen him back base less than half an 60 minutes before, and to cut a long story short-change, she is moving into William Le Baron Jenny's place overnight to act as security because Jenny gave him a key to get in to accumulate the camping gear, and then Chrissie, the neighbour is getting the lock changed tomorrow. Which leaves this miserable lassie down here without a built in bed till she can get home ?"
"wellspring"says Sue,"you couldn't have found a safer berth than with Frank, we would rely him with anything, he will face after you ok, so what are you going to do tonight, with no equipment you can't indoor camp, I am pretty certain the peeress camping room is fully booked anyway."
"We will let to use the caravan, I've got two dormancy bags and a king-size continental quilt in there, the only tricky bit is getting gear up for bed. With the lights out and the blinds down you can't see a affair anyway, so one gets ready while the early is in the cascade room doing dentition etc. then swap, sleeping bag each and with the duvet over the top we should be good deal warm enough."
"I'll be safe enough ; I've been in the T.A. for 6 years, and I wouldn't want to take me on !"
"Ah, the glories of our armed forces, threatening poor inexperienced person peace loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chuckles and it seems as though no Sir Thomas More interrogative are going to be asked of me or jenny ass, so in the poor silence I ask how the face is going along, and what gossip there may be among the former sides.
"We have eight to ten to dance and six in the band most practices 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 service, and they can't swop 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 tug down again on Sunday. There isn't a lot happening with other local position, we all want more fellow member but all that seems to be happening is Sir Thomas More hoi polloi are dancing with more than one side of meat, doing border or molly on Saturday and Cotswold on Sunday. Further afield I was told that Ely mete have had a bit of an uncivil war, accusation and inexactitudes flying about front, left and substance, a couple of them are with greenness flying dragon tomorrow, and Littlebury seem to have snaffled the balance.
"Do you have any plan for dancing or playing in the future, I know its early twenty-four hour period yet, but I have heard there is a waiting line to ask you to join them but no-one wants to be so insensitive to be the commencement to ask. We have known each other for lo, nearly 20 long time now and you know I don't have a spiritualist off-white in my fountainhead, so will you descend back to us when you feel up to it."
"I'm flattered that you think I'm still equal to of dancing, from the way I was huffing and puffing when I hauled the water back I am beginning to believe I'm past it now."
"You didn't take out your pee round by hand again, go year we told you to take heed to yourself and to, cite, go smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't cost ten pence of diesel to drive bout and back, if you can haul that lot without having a kernel approach you are more than fit plenty to keep up with us."
"It's not keeping up with you, you fat bugger ; it's keeping up with that young ‘ un that going to have a problem."I said with a big grin, Ken couldn't have been half a gemstone heavier than me and was always on a diet, but only diets that permitted inebriant ! I had expected to be invited back by one of the incline we had danced with this week-end and it didn't surprise me that Ken would be the first to ask, now should I reward him for his braveness for asking first or punish him for his insensitivity.
"The question is should I pay back you for your courage for asking first or penalise you for your insensitivity. As my kids know I don't go in for a lot of penalty, lead by example is well-off than penalisation in my record, 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 contain trying to make me remember of the past and get back to here and now. Any request that do not involve booze, anatomical impossibility, or me singing ?"
"I want to hear you sing, what have you to put up for my amusement ?"Said Jenny, looking me in the eye with a bit of a grinning on the endorse half of the question, no, it's the wine kick in it couldn't have been any form of flirtation, could it ?
At this point Richard leaves the awning to comment about the top of the nettles and other comments about ‘ taking away the pain but leave the swelling ’.
"He'll be back in a minute, just checking on the kid in the train, I checked just before you arrived, we have this proctor twist, scope of 30 cadence, but we both like to subscribe turns to check."Convention dictates that the host starts us off and direct proceedings, so it's up to Ken to come out us off,"what's it to be, sea song and shanty first gear time round as common, then another theme succeeding time rhythm ?"
"Yes that's normal,"Says Ken as he launches straight into ‘ S Australia'he has the articulation for this one, it needs a bit of power to help rustle the chorus.
Why is it every Sung dynasty he knows lasts less than two minute, he probably wrote pop vocal in the mid-sixties, most of them struggled to finis three transactions ? At this dot Richard returns."All tranquilize"he whispered to Kath.
Next to Ken is Sue, I expect her to pass, but if she does she will have to sing next time and she may not accept a relevant song. To my surprisal she starts to sing ‘ The Leaving of Liverpool'that's a new one for her since Tenterden, it's a long one, going on to six minute at an average speeding. Harry gets to go future, and pin with ‘ Drunken skimmer ’, a few poetry will be added that don't appear in the hutch books, some may bring a bit of coloring material to an innocents cheeks, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's turn next and she plays Portsmouth on her melodeon, giving it the Berna Eli Oldfield treatment, bigger chords, and faster as it trips along, the ease of us starts drumming on the table to encourage her along. This provokes a few quick snap for methamphetamine as the tabular array moves in clock time with the medicine, 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 next metre round of drinks no topic 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 children and get to bed myself at ten o clock."
"I only bang a drum"says Richard, what sort of thing are you expecting from me ?
"Its sing, say or play, sing a song, say a bit of poetry or tell a story, or play a tune."Ken replies."This is their firstly coterie out with a Morris side of meat, they've never been to a sing-around or assailable mic Night before, and to me it seems strange that modern adults could have led such a shelter existence."
"The only bit of poetry I know is something I learnt at shoal thirty age ago."
"That'll do"we say practically in unison.
With a bit of a falter in his vocalism be Begin ;


Quinquireme of Nineveh from aloof Ophir,
rowing habitation to haven in sunny Promised Land,
with a cargo of pearl, and anthropoid and peacock butterfly,
Sandalwood, cedarwood wood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shore,
With a lading of diamond, Emeralds, amethysts,
topaz, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty Brits coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
butting through the Channel in the mad borderland daytime,
with a cargo of Tyne ember, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

"bridge player up those that learned that as a minute yr at secondary school"says Ken.
Only jennet, Andy and Lisa fail to elevate a hand.
"manpower up those that still remember the author and rubric"
I remember it was by John Masefield, but don't retrieve the title, only two hands stay up ; Richards and Kens."Hurrah for secondary mod education, commiseration we scrapped it over thirty yr ago."Said Ken,"Cargo's by lavatory John Edward Masefield for those who want to sleep together, and here ends the last object lesson for today. It's round to your turn Andy."
Andy goes straight into a The Islands by Ralph Mc Tell, a great Sung dynasty about The Braer oil tanker disaster in the Shetlands in, I think, 1993. That gets him a round of clapping ; he has a unspoilt vocalisation and a lot of confidence.
Lisa, apparently mindful that she was next leant over and pulled a wooden whistle, and plays what I take to be Irish whiskey jigs, quite fast and well worth listening to and then without me really hearing the transition it slows down to the Skye boat birdcall. There is applause all rung for that, and after Ken winked at me he posed the await interrogative,"who is next ? jenny, it's your turn 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 off I have to irrigate the nettles and promise that some kindly soul will refill our trash in my absence."More nettle comments chamfer me out the awning.
"Ok normal service has been restored, thanks whoever did the vino,"Jenny nods to me,"clip for another Fairport connection, and in accord with the sea theme I will do ‘ award and kudos ’, the guitar music is a bit tricksy but I'll child's play something near."It only takes a few seconds get my guitar out of its example and I return to behind my seat as I find it a lot well-situated to play standing, and breathing for tattle is also a lot well-fixed, sitting down I just can't get decent air in."I suppose we have to waitress while you tune up now,"said Kath,
"No, Once it is in line it stays there, I might have to retune two or three times after fitting new strings, especially as I use surplus lighter strings, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a OK summers first light we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled highschool with the treasures of the sea,
So that they could be transported by men such as we,
To homeland and for king. Etc ... ... ....
I like this song, well, I like all the song and music I play, wasted effort to meet material you don't like. I finish the birdcall without too many misunderstanding, a bit of gentle applause follows,"Thank you, it didn't go as well as I had hoped but I am going to blame the booze. So on that note, it must be close to knocking off time as Kath and Richard are getting their stuff together, we ought to make a motility if that's ok with you, Jenny."She nods,"By the time 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 chairs and took the glasses, passing mine to me to finish off, that done I passed it back. There was about half a chicken feed of wine left in the bladder,"Ken, you can eat up this off, ok ? See you tomorrow, rest tight and all that."
It is still drizzling quite steadily so we walk smartly up the field back to my van, unzipping the awning, I usher Jenny in first and follow interior, I put the guitar on the table and grope my way across to the van door so I can change over on the awning light, 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 way heater, back in the awning, I set the chairperson up, send Jenny in and survey her with my guitar,"we don't have a lot of space, could you get on the bed for a instant, while I put these away and chance the duvet ”. jennet slips her shoes off and cringe onto the bed and turns stave to face me from a kneeling position, she looks very precious like that, and I smile at her, pulling the eiderdown out of the under bed storage storage locker is a bit of a fight but it finally comes out. I then reverse out and lifting my guitar from the bed, slide it under the bed to the front 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 glass of wine if you have any and some more music, if it isn't too recently for you."
"It isn't too late for me, we will all be up later tomorrow nighttime, they are dancing most of tomorrow and so Friday dark isn't normally a former night. Above your forefront in the midsection cupboard there are a couple of vino boxes, drive your plectrum, I will screen out the music"
"I was hoping you might sing a few More strain, inhabit music is much nicer than recorded."
"Having put the instruments away, it will have to be a cappella, if you ears are up to it, any lot with the wine yet,"she passes the box to me to spread out,"I'll open it shall I"I say with a smile and a reverse eyebrow. I don't like opening these boxes either but say nothing, once open I get the two glasses we used earlier and lifting them to the light I note which one has a trace of lip rouge or lip semblance, just a pinkish trace, but enough for her to name her late trash. They are large trash, so I only three quarters fill them, putting hers on the electric refrigerator social unit, to her rightfield, I drop to my human knee and putting my glassful on the social unit near the flaming, 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 ascent as quickly.
"You requested a song, so what sort of song would you like to hear ?"
"Can you continue the sea Song dynasty theme ? The songs I heard earlier were interesting, as Dad had a connection."
"Yes, no job, first is a ballad by The Jolly Rogers it's called ‘ Wicked'
"I sailed on the Charles VII a honest privateer,
And our pay it was week delinquent ... ..
... ... Captain Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a nice strain, not a decent story what with rape and torment, but good."
"What's next,"Jenny asks,
"One from you, please."
"As I said, I can't sing, I can't bid, and I don't know any poetry."
"Right, here begins your first singing lesson, Do you fuck ‘ former one Morning ’,"“ No."
"Ok, I'll sing a parentage, we repeat the same argument, and you sing the line."
"I don't know."
"Sing a line from Drunken Sailor ; it will give me a hint as to what key you are comfy in."
In a very soft voice the first-class honours degree line comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my solace zone in the Bass register.
"Start again, and I'll articulation you. What shall we do with a sottish sailor, what shall we do with a drunken boater, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."
"That's skillful, try again with a bit more welly ! What shall we do with a drunken sailor boy, what shall we do with a drunken Panama, what shall we do with a boozy boater early in the morning."
"trade good, again, and carry on and add the wey-hays. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken leghorn, 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 good, again, twice on the trot, with a bit more volume. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a bibulous sailor, What shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the sunup. 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 sailor, what shall we do with a sottish sailor boy, what shall we do with a drunken bluejacket early in the morning."This time I harmonise on the wey-heys with long heys. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the morning. At the end of this Jenny is smiling from ear to ear, suddenly aware that she could let the cat out of the bag we raise our meth to each other and repeat the example again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty good to me, anyone can sing, it just takes a little practice and a duo of acquaintance who will render an honest judgement of what you sound like. Anyway for a double-dyed change of depicted object, we do postulate to get the sleeping bagful and continental quilt sorted, and then we find another song or have a brew and go to sleep. Do you sleep on your left hand or right-hand incline and do you prefer your face or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my rightfulness side of meat, back to the window, that's tricky here with windows on all four sides.
"If you sleep that position you'll be facing the awning, with the subterfuge and curtains, there won't be a lot of light getting in. Can you move off the sleeping bags so I can get at them please ?"I unzip the two sleeping base from each former, and zip them up as bingle. Arranged so that the zips are away from the centre of the bed with the duvet on top so that if either of us need to get up during the dark it will cause minimum disturbance to the former, in the middle draw of the social unit by the press are a pair of wind up torch that we won at a ceilidh a few class before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to obtain a replacement for the main visible radiation."Do you want to try some more whistle or have a cup of tea and sleep ?"
"You know when Ken and Sue said I couldn't be safer than with you, I didn't really conceive them, but I am beginning to think you are as undecomposed as they said."
"I am no nonesuch, but I try to live on as people say I do, if that makes any sense."” So, are we having a brewage and quiescence, or staying up for a bit longer ?"
"I think that I would opt to sleep, it has been a long and nerve-racking day, and I don't normally settle well in a strange bed. I would wish a cup of tea as well though, I will probably wake with a fairly furry rima oris tomorrow, and some tea now might help."I have another rummage in the middle draw and then hand Jenny a new toothbrush,"this might help sustain you feeling de-furred ”, I put the kettle on and go to the closet to get one of my T-shirt to use as a nightshirt,"a white Faversham hop fete jersey is on top and I pass it across."Will this do to sleep in ?"William Le Baron 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 skirts coming out of the cabaret in the townspeople centre, she looks at me and smiles,"what do you think of it ?"
"I don't believe I should give an honorable legal opinion because if I did you learn one heck of a clash as my halo fell off, and that would bankrupt my reputation as a nice guy. There must be a lot of untested men out there would hump to be in here instead of me, and I don't think you would be very dependable with any of ... No I forgot your T.A. training, they might not be very good,"At this jennet starts to giggle,
"I was never in the T.A. I only said it to see what your response would be, any signaling of hostility and I would have been out of here and down the township like a stroke. Your comic reply was perfect for the occasion."The kettledrum starts to whistle so I turn the gas off and make a pot of tea,
"One sugar, would you like it milky or normal,"
"Milky please, so that it goes straight down, thanks."I make mine the same,
"Would you like a cooky to go with this, I'm having a couple to soak up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not good for the trope after 8pm."
I have a couple of digestives and uncover a custard pick and snaffle that for afters, as I had seen Jenny finish her tea, I downed mine quickly and after switching on the LED strip light 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 john and get ready for bed, when you are in and ready tap on the window and I'll come in for my turn, after a few pages there are half a XII raps from inside the van, I get up and change by reversal 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 lav, I have a strip wash, dry myself, and unobjectionable my teeth, putting my underpants back on and after switching off the light, take the rest of my clothes 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 the steer up common mullein is where I can find it progress to up and pull the cord to move around off the light.
"Just a moment please,"says William Le Baron Jenny, I switch the light back on and she leans over and gives me a peck on the impertinence,"thanks for being here and helping me so much, night night."
"Nox night,"I reply and turn the light out.



Chapter Two
Trust

I lie on my book binding and rewind over the day, thinking of what I should let said if I could think a lot quicker. Ah the land of what if ... I turn over onto my left side, with my vertebral column to Jenny, I can smack her and it relaxes me. It has been a while since I've had any female party in my bedroom and the front of another body lends a feeling of security as it banishes any loneliness still hiding in the nook and cranny of this poor old brain of mine. I am fully aware there is nix sexual in the way I am feeling, it is an almost tribal feeling of belonging again, component part of the group identity, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and stale tracks of ego analysis, why can't I just go with the flow rate.
I awake slowly to the sound of balmy crying, it isn't me, so it must be jennet, lying still for a minute or so I listen, then turning over as if in my sopor and keeping my go forth arm under the continental quilt take into account it to come to rest over jennet's waist outside her sleeping bag, her crying reduces to a whimpering sniffling audio but doesn't stop, she must be alert and miserable, what should I do and also what will she do ? A while later, it could induce been two minutes 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 helping hand impression for mine, when her search was successful her fingers wormed their way between mine and I felt her relax back towards me, Again I was drifting off and maybe she said it, or I said it, or I dreamed it but somewhere the sound of the Scripture'thanks'came into my mind, and then I was away with the faeries. The adjacent time I awoke it was probably around six a.m. first light was trying to make its way into the van and I needed the bathroom, my arm was still around William Le Baron Jenny's waist and we still had our fingerbreadth interlaced, despite the gentlest of drive jennet also woke,"morning, what's up ?
"Sorry to disturb you but I have to induce a tiddle, otherwise affair are going to get a bit dampness around here."
I don't bother with the tip up blowtorch, there is enough light to see my way to the toilet without kneeling on Jenny's legs and as I open the bathroom door, a lot of promiscuous comes in so it must be well after half five, once I have finished and dried the old man I open the window a little bit and check the weather. well unkept swarm, not raining and strip show of sun are coming between the trees to the east of us, getting on for six or quarter past, I think to myself and begin to wonder how I can judge accurately when I haven't worn a ticker except for eminent days since I stopped punching the factory clock as a salary slave eight days ago. I close the window 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 cobbler's last night I really was feeling low, yesterday lunchtime I was looking forward to a weekend away with my boyfriend, and it all went wrong, why can't something go correctly for me ? I'm twenty five and never had a weekend away with a bloke I'm not ugly or smelly, am I ? Why can't I find a decent boyfriend and sustain him for a while ?
"That's an dreaded lot of question for this early in the forenoon ; do you fancy getting up having a tea and then talking, or coming here and let me hold you for another 60 minutes or two ? She looks at me as though I had a ass loose, then grinning and says,
"You come back down where you were and hold me."I finish my interrupted trip into my bag and act over to hold her, I am surprised 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 fingers intertwine with mine, this flavour sooo nice, it makes me remember of sentence past tense, just holding in friendship, us against the world -well our picayune bit of it.

When I was in my late teenager I always seemed to be taking the theatrical role of excited advisor to any one of half a dozen 13 to 15 year old lady friend, who shared a hobby with my brother and me, by their reckoning I was old enough to know, but too old to be interested in them as girlfriend, 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 become addictive. My middle are very backbreaking again ; this is so unlike me as I am normally up with the lark, time for another head trip away with the faeries ... ..

... .The faeries have abandoned me in a decent warm haven, my mitt is now on bare pelt, I don't think I put it there, so I gently stroke her breadbasket and as I nuzzle in towards her neck she stirs and turns to face me,"Why are you so practiced to me ?"
"Why are you so total of questions in the morning, do you pass all night thinking them up ?"
"Why do you answer a motion with a question ?"
"It's a defence force mechanism, it gives me time to try and stool sense of a nonsense question. I don't think I am being soundly to you in exceptional ; I may be being good to someone who deserves it. So to answer your question with yet another, how do you define ‘ being good'in your situation ? And how do you mould out what you deserve ? Finally, are you quick for a brew and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


Here ends part one, division two will trace very soon - provided I can get this posted ! ! ! ! !