All quality are pretended, If a type name is used in connexion with a side, it's just co-incidence if that given figure belongs in that face. Insofar as song words being included I don't know the legalities or etiquette involved, I have given the possible action few and concluding few lines if that is all that is needed or the birdsong in full if the textbook needs it and credit to the author in either case, traditional songs are treated the same but credited as Traditional.

This is a fabrication level, not fantasy and while there is a lot of passion and some very erotic activeness in afterwards section and in al-Qur'an two if you are looking for raw 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 Fort Pitt Grammar School in Rochester. It is a Lady Jane Grey and chilly good afternoon as I drive through the car park and onto the sports field, a curt thrust along the the right way hired hand side of meat of the playing field to halfway along the fencing beside the tennis Court, this where I pull up and park the train parallel with the fence to join with other motor home etc. performing at the slam festival. I have been coming to sweeps for over twenty years but this is the first gear since I lost my wife. This year I'm not performing - a side we both danced with last year has put me on their strength for the weekend - so I can just relax and take hold of up with intelligence and gossip from friends in former incline that I've not seen since the Tenterden folk weekend final stage October.
First things first though, wind the corner steadies down and level the two post train and check a can of Old Speckled Hen before I get the awning up, hopefully before the blackening clouds drop the rainwater that is forecast for over night and early morning, not as promiscuous single handed and I definitely feel the motivation for a few orang-utan factor as my munition seem to be a serious foot too brusque to throw up the fabric and snaffle the future pole that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, next is to arrange the two solar board and get the electrics connected up, the last chore is to get some water supply - forty litres in the aqua roll and ten for the lav tank- it's a bit of a trek round of golf to the early side of the site and a evenhandedly weight unit to haul back but I haven't used the car to change over water before and hopefully I'm not going to start out for a few years yet. Ye idol though, it seems twice as far this yr, I wish I'd used my globefish before I left, on my return to the van I connect the Aqua-roll and run the pump until the flavor of sterilising fluid dissipates then make full the kettle for a brew, While the kettle is heating I make the bed up, I don't fancy trying to sleep on either of the individual sizing layer at the sides of the van, knowing my portion I'll probably decline out, so make up the full width bed as we usually did, it's about six foot three square ; lots of room to broadcast out in, bloody lonely though, ‘ snap out of it'I tell myself, ‘ that way leads to more Mary Jane and depression ’.
I connect my MP3 player into the van sound system and listen to Amazing Blondel's"England ”, a most relaxing LP/CD to heed to. I had the LP from the seventies and bought the re-mastered CD from the artists when they were at"folk off the pier"at Cromer. To foster ease my way into the weekend the timpani starts to whistle as"Seascape"begins and the first driblet of rain line of gab onto the sunshade, oh well, two out of three isn't too bad. Sitting in the awning with a goodly orotund mug of steaming Yorkshire tea, I think back over the go twenty three years, here for all but one or two sweep oar, I have danced, played, or drummed for six, no seven sides, I prefer border and molly and am not so keen on northwest, this means that whilst I may well only know thirty or forty people's names I am on nodding terms with a hundred or Sir Thomas More, that's the sort of troupe I will prize this week-end, and there should be a sing-around or open awning somewhere on the field every evening.
The rain sounds as though it's getting heavier so I glance up from my Kindle to turn back and see individual walking slowly along the row of vans and collapsible shelter as though looking for somebody or another. Female and in her twenty, dark hair pulled back into a very yearn jigger tail, not a bang-up deal of make-up although not too easygoing to order in the diminished lightness, this coupled with her dark vesture makes accurate approximation hard. She is about five animal foot six or seven and slim down but with a frame, Joseph Black short coating tailored in to the waist and flaring over her hips, black or navy trouser, pitch-dark shoes with a slight heel, agency fille, secretary, land agentive role ? Nosey, curious or just trying to help,"Do you need any aid ?"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 bivouacking stuff and nonsense and we arranged to run into along here about an hour ago, assuming the dealings on the M11 & M25 was skillful or sometime later if it was bad. The problem is he doesn't have a mobile earpiece so I can't striking him to find out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my sunshade for a few arcminute or so, I can blame up Essex and Kent traffic news on the radiocommunication in the van so at least you can own an idea of when he is belike to get here ; I don't want to have 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 full point three FM. A few hour later at twenty-five past times five BBC Essex reports all acquit on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the bridgework, around 15 moment hold and no reported wait in Kent.
"well"I say"It doesn't look 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 two-dimensional, and should have left about two o'clock ; he assumed an hour for the M11 and M25, twenty moment for traffic over the bridge, and another XL for A2, M2, and Rochester and he should stimulate arrived around four o'clock ”."I don't know what to do ; he should induce all our camping clobber and my dress for the weekend !"
"In your billet I would want to find out out if he has left or not, and if he has left, when he left. Another melodic theme, since you were both coming here, either you or he is a member of one of the side of meat performing this week-end, it might be worth searching them out to retrieve out if they may have heard anything, so who are you with ?
"Dave terpsichore with Billington Clog, I, by the way am Jennifer, about masses call me 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 detect Billington, I assume they are on this incline of the field as that's where you were looking."
"Dave said they camped on the right hired man side on the edge of the study, I suppose that depends on which way you're lining but I assumed he was talking in terms of arrival which would be this slope of the field."
"OK, I have been coming to drag in for nearly twenty years, I know a lot of side, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and work our way down to the bottomland heart, the side down there is usually Blackwater Esther Hobart McQuigg Slack Morris, we danced with them for four or five years around the turn of the one C, I only have one brolly so we will trump portion that as it's sounding a bit dampness out there, although it always sounds pissed under an awning than it actually is out-of-door. Do you know the names of any Billington masses so at to the lowest degree we can be social ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"nighttime blue Hyundai I10"she says as a dark car approaches, no, it's a trivial Honda. We walk towards the steps at the top end of the field, I can't see any Esther Morris kit at the camper van parked at the end so after knocking on the room access, it is answered by a man in his Fifties or thereabouts holding a pint pewter tankard, and wearing a all in sawbuck jersey, I ask,"Hi, are you performing this week-end ?"
"No, not this twelvemonth most of our lot think it costs too much in fuel to get here and back from Bedford and with May Day on Sun they want to trip the light fantastic the sun up, and then do pub dance out locally, so though we are booked in we won't be dancing."
"Do you recognise what English is parked next to you, or do you have any idea where Billington geta might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a clue who is next to us, Pretty Grim are the former side of them both sides 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 have it off 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 help 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 knowledgeable about eastward Anglian face ”. The rain is now a steady gentle rain, not cold, but the breeze makes it feel chilly. There is no-one around the tents, so we move down the cable, a couple of forbidding people are sipping beer and talking under a summerhouse and they say it is a Cotswold side future doorway on the entrance side, the eternal rest of Pretty Grim are down the town getting food, so we continue on to the side by side assembling of caravan and tents, these belong to blackbird margin, Another face from Bedfordshire, it's their first time here as a side, a few fellow member have been here with other face but no-one has heard of Billington. We are nearly halfway down the first off side of the plain, still looking for his car and looking behind us every prison term a car comes onto the champaign, the future couple of tents belong to Winstree Hundred Clog, they are a yearn established side from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for old age, almost of their people are nearer to Blackwater, again nobody knows of Billington and their bagman has a dance course of study for the festival - this is just a pathfinder to where sides might or might not be - it has been said that organising a dance agenda for William Morris sides is akin to herding cats ! The dance schedule doesn't list Billington.
"Thanks for your assistance, I suppose that Billington are just coming down for a expression around if they haven't been going long ”,
"Thanks as well from me"says Jenny.
"Well we are back at my wagon train 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 strange 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 track to the other side of the field and encounter Hertfordshire holly if they are camping this year ; they are from Ware and if I remember aright that's only ten nautical mile from Stortford, Some-one must live something about them, If you can watch the kettle hole and stimulate 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 battlefield towards Blackwater ; next to us are visitors from Holland just come to see the festival and then travel on somewhere else, past them are the rest 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 campground diametric my van where the tree diagram are growing down a immerse bank, asking at the beginning campervan with lights on whom they are and if they know of Billington Clog ?"Sorry, I can't be of much help we're Moonshine, it's our first year but know that the Witchmen are from the Calypso motor-home to the corner, and they are a Cotswold slope over the route way, I don't know who is following to us down the field, it's a ladies face with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A curtly wander to a group of instrumentalist and a dyad of enquiry 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 bedevilment question is why David told Jennifer all that stuff about camping here for the week-end, as I wander back to the caravan by following the athletics track round the athletic field, I recognise a couple of Blackwater hoi polloi, give them a wafture and cry 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 directly next to me, echo just after you left as she was wondering where I was. I'm normally family before her and as she had seen Dave in the Red king of beasts 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 theory was forming in my judgment,"I don't want to pry but if Chrissie is in the matte next to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a flat ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the forgetful somewhat abrupt 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 recount you that, I do live solo, and Chrissie has my second gear surplus key in case I lose mine or leave them at work, Dave has my other key ‘ cos all the camping poppycock is mine and he was picking it up after workplace, why ?"
"I'm just a small touch at the way matter are starting to determine up, so do you have much in the way of high value stuff in your categoric, stereophonic system, telly, and jewellery and so on, and was Dave aware of their value and localisation"?
"I have a few affair that are worth a bit, my Dad's musical instruments, a brooch that belonged to my gran that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to cast denigration without some form of validation but I can't assistance thinking that he might have planned to have you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your material ”. The colour drained from jennet's face and she looked like her peg weren't too unfluctuating, she rested her deal on the edge of the tabular array and slumped down into a chairwoman."Not my Dad's poppycock, I couldn't bear losing any of that, it's all insured but that's not what matter, another silver grey flute wouldn't be his ! !
"flavor"I say,"If, note the if that is what person planned, it is fairly easy to empale their guns, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the important particular into her flat as soon as possible if she can, you could verbalize her through where they are mobile to mobile assuming of course that she has one. I hope your Dad didn't play grand piano or double bass, it might be a bit tricky for her."
"No there is nix laboured, a flute, two acoustic guitars, a melodeon and two concertinas."This was said while she was ringing Chrissie, it seemed to lead an age before she spoke to Chrissie, and then I thought she was going to commence crying as she said"Chrissie, I am ok but I need you to do me a blaze of a big favour if you can and as quickly as possible, I think Dave got me down here so he can pinch my Dad's stuff while I am stuck here, if you use my fifth wheel 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 rest of my affair are, he was always asking about Dad's cat's-paw and why I didn't play them and why I spent so a good deal on clothes, he never seemed to have any money and was always talking about his ‘ rich'girlfriend."
"rightfulness, while we are waiting to get back to Chrissie, did you make a brew ?"
"Yes, sorry I forgot about it after Chrissie rang"
"Don't concern, I ‘ ll do it, Milk River and sugar ?"
"Yes please, Milk, one sugar. Thanks for helping me I wouldn't have had a clew about any of this if you hadn't raised my mistrust, Chrissie didn't have a full word to say about Dave but I put it down to a touch of the lilliputian green freak, 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 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 localisation may not have been the best to help her relax but she was looking strained,"Have a slurp of tea and get a bit of warmth inside you, you'll look better for it,"
"tierce instant are up, I'm ringing Chrissie, she must throw got home by now, I will put it on speaker."the earpiece is already in her hand and one tap of the screen and the earpiece moves to her ear, after a couple of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"Steady girl, Give me a chance, I've just put my shopping on the mesa and grabbed your key."... There is a pause, a door closing, a few stair ... key in another doorway and the sound of it opening,
"Right I'm in, your camping gear is in the hall, and the telly is in panorama, as is the dismal guitar on the wall."
"OK ! That's Dad's Fylde, go into my chamber, another guitar by the bed,"
"Yes, a big one, light coloured, with a brightly coloured leather strap,"
"Great, that's dada Takamine, sorry to be so paranoid but did you lock the front end threshold when you came in"
"No, I didn't I'll pop back and do it now .... All secure I put the Ernst Boris Chain on as well."
"right field, now we can adopt our time and make sure everything else is still there just in subject he has taken one bit and coming back for more later, on the dressing table should be a black jewellery box in the top of that is a amber brooch with greens, amber and clear stones."
"Yes, it's here, Wow, jenny ass 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 reason about that later, what's following to see to it, from the way you're bedevilment would I be too far out saying I have a madam of marrow living side by side door"
"We will discuss that when I get back, back to the living way, in the sideboard type thing in the right hand end open the doorway there should be an almost blank oblong squeeze-box and a black octagonal one, in the left hand side, a disgraceful savourless box thirty five by dozen by three that's a flute, and another squeeze-box with leather hollo and wooden ends."
"All present and even out, what happens now ?"
"Can you travel all the musical theater instruments and the brooch into your flat along with anything else you think of as worth stealing, and thank you for being such a keen friend ?"
"No ! I won't take the hazard, while they are in my level I am guessing they won't be insured, I'll ringlet up, get a few things from mine and movement in to yours till you can get back. You really have tickled my curiosity, I know your Dad died a couplet of yr ago, just before you moved in to the pulley, were all these musical instrument his, and refuse if you want to but what sort of note value will I be babysitting for the weekend."
"This goes no further, Chrissie, right."
"Of row, Jenny, I'm just nosey, not a gossip."
"They were all Dads, and are worth about eight thousand lb, add in the brooch and you can just about double it.
"I wish I hadn't asked now, you know I don't like responsibility outside study, and this is a heck of a lot of trust you're putting in me, I should feel flattered but I am a bit vex about the value of this lot."
"I hate to heap it on, but it's not the pecuniary value that's important it's all sentimental."
"That's enough of that, I'm hanging up to get organised for my movement, I will result my door 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 jenny ass's flat Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to clip the motion and keep Jenny's flat secure, ‘ if I can get my articulatio radiocarpea through the gap maybe I can get the mountain range on, but can I get it off, so I can get back in ?'She opens the door and checks the gap that the Sir Ernst Boris Chain allows, about two and a half inches, putting her wrist through it seems to allow a fair bit of movement for her articulatio radiocarpea and fingerbreadth, has she enough flexibility to fit and take away the chain, I have the key and if I get the chain on and can't get it off again, Jenny's hooey will be a lot safer once I've locked the doorway. Holding the door a ‘ too with her will hand in the letter box the long slim fingers of her right hand lifts the chain end, using her ovolo as a pathfinder along the length of the chain slot, her finger top detect the orifice for the end, it's very tight causing quite a bit of uncomfortableness, but with an additional wrench on the letter box, gains the distance for the end to pop into the time slot.
Yeah ! That's office one done, she said to herself, getting her hand out was wanton once the chain slid along the one-armed bandit, pulling the door shut and making sure the door latch was home plate, finally after opening the threshold again to check the Sir Ernst Boris Chain is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own flat to pack for the weekend. ‘ Don't need tea or coffee, take milk, grain for tomorrow, dressing scrubs, change of apparel, toiletries, make-up it doesn't seem like a lot, but it's only nightlong, I must get my phone charger, don't want it going monotonic overnight. This'll do, both hardening of paint and I'm make to go.'
Putting the key in the door it opens to the chain demarcation line, 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 chat, by the metre the cerebration was finished her fingers had found the end of the concatenation and slipped it out of the channel. All done and with a sigh of rest she pulls the key from the door, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the slew of camping gear she slips the chain back into place.

spinal column in Rochester William Le Baron Jenny is nearly climbing the rampart"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"Come on jenny ass, give her a chance, could you rearrange your weekend, pack a bag, secure your own place, move in, unpack, get the kettle hole on and ring back in less than 15 minutes ?"
"I suppose you're good, but it doesn't arrest me worrying about how thing are going."
"Once she has rung you back, and you know everything's safe and inviolable, I will sort 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 satisfy us both up but rice or pasta will bulk it up. Next is to encounter the wok under the cooker, on my knees head down and backside upwards, I get it out, become the gas ring on low and tip the curry in.
"Would you prefer rice or pasta ?
"Pasta please"I'm in the middle of filling a saucepan for the pasta, when her phone goes, Beautiful South 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 room access on the way out, unbarred and unchained the door to get in with my stuff."
"Great, could you do one more affair 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 transfer the locks and leave 3 Florida key with you, my council tax money is with the account under the flute glass box, pay him from that if you can get a John Cash discount rate, if not evidence him to invoice me and I'll settle up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a problem, any particular sort of lock, or colour or budget."
"No, high security is the simply requirement, I have to go now it smells like dinner is ready, I will ring you tomorrow good afternoon, to give you an update on what's happening. Thanks again, Chrissie."
"Bye jenny,"
"As you said, jennet, food is just about ready, I know it's supposed to be white vino with crybaby, but it's curried and so you have a pick of red out of a box or beer, what will you be having ?"
"A bead of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to feel the heat for hours.
"No, it's quite modest really, I make my own curry paste in bulk and then use half of what the especial recipe I'm using calls for, I divvy up the curry and enjoin Jenny to contract pasta to taste. Do you require to rest here in the warm and eat off your lap or move out into the awning and use the table ?"
"I prefer to stay warm and comfortable thanks."
I turn on the MP3 player and quality random rematch of the albums on there. The Poozies come on first, Love on a Farm male child payoff, prissy harmonies on this and with a bit of go to the chorus line. I reset the player to play all of that CD, and Jenny asks who are they I give her their epithet and excuse how they took it."When they first formed they practiced in a pub, and decided to thank 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 summertime album, only because I first heard them at Cropredy ‘ 95, that whole weekend was warmly 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 Village in Oxfordshire, north of Banbury, a Civil War battle was fought there in 1644. The ‘ what'is a music festival, up forty thousand people, from new born to Ninety plus, basically recycled and reborn flower people ? It started out as an annual reunion of the members of Fairport Convention 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 stage set that have come from a store, most are bought from the artists at signings and ethnic music club intervals."
"So what sorting of medicine motility you ?"I ask.
"cypher 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 wish some of Dad's stone music from the recent sixties and into the seventies but the only ones that I can really remember audition was focal point, the Moody Blues, Yes, and Rick Wakeman, just about pith up my musical inclinations."
"I've got Yes and wrick Wakeman here, would you like to hear some while I do the clarification up,"
"Yes please, Yes, any of their early on stuff would be nice."
"It's only a expectant hitting case CD but it has ‘ yours is no disgrace'and others from that LP"
Jenny slips off to another place while the euphony is playing, it's a few eld since I played the CD from end to end, and after a couple of tracks I'm back to put up energy crisis United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland circa1976, working in a factory, having my ear bashed by machine dissonance during the day and medicine at"realistic"levels under a big duet of headphones at other times, ( all headphones were big in those sidereal day ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered classical Guitar, gypsy dancing Guitar, John Williams and Julian sea bream, Paco Penja and folk rock, an altogether quieter shot. By the time the euphony had got towards the end of Starship Trooper, the washing up is all done and put away, I look at jennet, she is definitely moved by some memory or another, she isn't battle cry but she's not far from it, very wet eyes, a contact of a shiver to the lip. Do I raise up her or not, heck, I've never been good with handling my own emotions let alone others, no leave her to it, ‘ better to keep open ones mouth shut and be thought an moron than to spread out it and raise it'as the old phrase goes seems to fit best, her chicken feed is void, I inadequate 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 quiet ‘ thanks ’.
"cheer"I say, in salute,"I would care to offer a centime for them, but I think they were much more important 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 rest us in the living, ventilation, confusedness that is called society."“ However that is enough of the heavy philosophical stuff for now, I was intending to deal my stuff down to the tail end centre, and see if Blackwater Esther Hobart McQuigg Slack Morris has a sing-around going on or about to start, if you're up to it you are more than welcome to join in."
"I don't know if I'd be very much use in a sing-around, I can't sing."
"Lack of power never stopped a lot of hoi polloi in sing-around, it isn't about being honest at anything, it's about having the sureness to sustain a go or to just get together in with the Greek chorus and hearing to what others have to play, and most call have a floor if you listen for it. issue forth on it will do you skilful, I can practically guarantee no-one will disturb you by playing or singing Yes or Wakeman."
"OK, thanks"
"Now you have to work,"I say with a grin, if you can exact two chairwoman and the wine, I'll bring instruments, music and songbook and our looking glass. Bottoms 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 sunshade I'll see you in a min once I'm organised."
"While I am waiting, where are the toilets around here ?"
"You just passed it, it's in there, Twist the large disk on the left to evacuate it, and then push it down to pump in bowl cleaner, toilet roll is to the right under a cover, hand drainage basin comes down after swivelling the catch on the right, the light source if you want it is vertical on the right, switch to the derriere, ok with that ?
"Yeah, I hope so."
I drag my guitar and box out from under the bed, involve them into the awning, catch a sweatshirt from the wardrobe, and change state off the hummer, Quran are in the top draw and a bag is taken out of the heart draw play, all the books go in there with the wine-colored looking glass either side, I take the vesica out of the box of wine and that fits in as well. Jenny comes out of the stool,"That's a handy bit of kit, I've never used one before, better than trying to hide behind a collapsible shelter or Tree"she says with a bit of an embarrassed giggle."My turn now then we can go."lupus erythematosus than a minute later and we load up to go, Jenny has the two chairs, I take the rest. There is no change in the rain, still cold and execrable, maybe things will lighten up when we get inside, we arrive at a large 4 moorage wagon train with awning, and there are half a dozen inside,"Knock Knock, license to go into please."
"Hi frankfurter, fall in, lots of space available."
"Thanks Ken, where's your former half."
While we are opening the professorship and getting the instrumental role 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 of late to descend,"
"Don't headache ; I expect to hear that a lot of times this week-end."
"So, who is your friend then,"asks Ken.
"She isn't a booster, no, that came out untimely. What I meant was a couple of hours ago we had only just met, her figure is Jennifer, solvent to jenny ass, and she is as almost to a street child or stray that you will see this week-end. Jenny, running turn from Ken he is the roadman, next is Harry and his wife Valery known as Val, side by side is a new fount to me ..."
"That's Kath, plays squeeze box for us and dances when needed. To her right wing is her partner, Richard, he bangs a drum for us at the mo, I don't know if Andy was with us when we last met, he's the baby of the side, just turned twenty, he is a professional dancer, a bit warm but has the eye for movement, and his lady friend Lisa, she ‘ s not involved at the instant, but who can tell."Ken says with a wink in her direction.
"Would either of you like a drink,"asks Sue,"we have red and clean 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 vino box bladder from the backpack,"it is undamaged, I pour a trash each for Jenny and me."We didn't have the space to bring the box as well so if anyone fancies a drop curtain, its Tesco's ok soft Gallic red."
Sue settles herself in the box next to Ken,"So what's the story with you and this new Lady, you are nearly old enough to be her granddaddy ! ?"
"Cheeky, I'm not as old as you think I look,"says I,"Jenny has been sent down here by her boyfriend, a extremity of Billington clog, he was to pick 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 down, I invited her in to shelter for a bit and after hearing on the radio set that there was no traffic problems between there and here we went for a paseo along the line of products looking for Billington, I've never heard of them by the way, and couldn't find anyone else along this side of meat who had. While Jenny brewed up I went across the field to Hertfordshire holly, they are based in Ware only ten mile from Stortford where Billington are supposed to recitation 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 time of day before, and to cut a tenacious story short, she is moving into Jenny's place overnight to act as surety because Jenny gave him a key to get in to roll up the camping geared wheel, and then Chrissie, the neighbour is getting the locks changed tomorrow. Which leaves this misfortunate lass down here without a berth till she can get home plate ?"
"fountainhead"says Sue,"you couldn't have found a safer berth than with Frank, we would swear him with anything, he will look after you ok, so what are you going to do tonight, with no equipment you can't indoor encampment, I am pretty certain the dame camping room is fully booked anyway."
"We will have to use the caravan, I've got two sleeping bags and a king-sized duvet in there, the only tricky bit is getting ready for bed. With the Christ Within out and the blind down you can't see a affair anyway, so one gets quick while the other is in the shower room doing teeth etc. then swap, sleeping bag each and with the continental quilt over the top we should be plenty lovesome 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 glorification of our armed force play, threatening miserable innocent peace loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chortle and it seems as though no more than questions are going to be asked of me or William Le Baron Jenny, so in the light secrecy I ask how the slope is going along, and what gossip there may be among the other sides.
"We have eight to ten to trip the light fantastic 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 Dominicus but has to knead Saturday, he is with the ambulance religious service, and they can't barter around like they could a few old age 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 Sunday. There isn't a lot happening with early local sides, we all want More appendage but all that seems to be happening is more than mass are dancing with more than one slope, doing border or molly on Saturday and Cotswold on Sunday. Further afield I was told that Ely Border have had a bit of an uncivil war, accusal and inexactitude flying about front, left and centre, a couple of them are with Green Draco tomorrow, and Littlebury seem to hold snaffled the rest.
"Do you have any plans for dancing or playing in the future tense, I know its other days 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 first to ask. We have known each other for lo, nearly 20 years now and you know I don't have a sensitive bone in my head, so will you come back to us when you feel up to it."
"I'm flattered that you think I'm still capable 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 root for your water round by hand again, last year we told you to mind to yourself and to, quote, make for smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't cost ten pence of diesel to take round and back, if you can haul that lot without having a center approach you are more than fit enough to keep up with us."
"It's not keeping up with you, you fat bugger ; it's keeping up with that untried ‘ un that going to cause a problem."I said with a big smile, Ken couldn't have been half a Lucy Stone heavier than me and was always on a dieting, but only diets that permitted alcohol ! I had expected to be invited back by one of the position 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 courage for asking number 1 or punish him for his insensitivity.
"The question is should I reward you for your braveness for asking first or punish you for your insensitivity. As my fry know I don't go in for a lot of punishment, lead by instance is comfortable 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 Morris and me. Anyway this is supposed to be a fun week-end so when do we stop trying to stimulate me believe of the past tense and get back to here and now. Any requests that do not involve spirits, anatomical impossibilities, or me singing ?"
"I want to hear you sing, what have you to propose for my entertainment ?"Said Jenny, looking me in the eye with a bit of a grin on the indorse half of the question, no, it's the wine kicking in it couldn't have been any form of flirtation, could it ?
At this level Richard leaves the sunshade to comments about the peak of the nettles and other scuttlebutt about ‘ taking away the pain but leave the swelling ’.
"He'll be back in a minute, just checking on the small fry in the caravan, I checked just before you arrived, we have this reminder device, range of thirty metres, but we both like to make twist to check."Convention dictates that the emcee starts us off and take proceedings, so it's up to Ken to originate us off,"what's it to be, sea songs and sea chantey first time bout as usual, then another topic following time bout ?"
"Yes that's normal,"Says Ken as he launches straight into ‘ South Australia'he has the vocalization for this one, it needs a bit of power to serve lift the chorus.
Why is it every song he knows lasts less than two second, he probably wrote pop birdsong in the sixties, most of them struggled to last three instant ? At this decimal point Richard returns."All tranquil"he whispered to Kath.
Next to Ken is Sue, I expect her to pass, but if she does she will have to sing following time and she may not accept a relevant song. To my surprise she starts to sing ‘ The Leaving of Liverpool'that's a new one for her since Tenterden, it's a tenacious one, going on to six minutes at an average speed. Harry gets to go future, and peg with ‘ Drunken navy man ’, a few verses will be added that don't appear in the shanty books, some may bring a bit of coloration to an innocents cheeks, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's wrick next and she plays Portsmouth on her melodeon, giving it the Oldfield discourse, giving chords, and faster as it trips along, the rest of us starts drumming on the mesa to encourage her along. This provokes a few prompt grabs for looking glass as the table moves in time 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 succeeding time round no matter what theme is selected"
"If it gets round of golf 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 barrel"says Richard, what sort of thing are you expecting from me ?
"Its sing, say or play, sing a song, say a bit of verse or tell a story, or wreak a tune."Ken answer."This is their start bivouac out with a Morris side, they've never been to a sing-around or open mic Nox before, and to me it seems strange that modern adult could have led such a sheltered existence."
"The simply bit of poetry I know is something I learnt at schooling thirty years ago."
"That'll do"we say practically in unison.
With a bit of a waver in his articulation be Menachem Begin ;


Quinquireme of Nineveh from remote Ophir,
row family to haven in gay Palestine,
with a cargo of ivory, and copycat and peacock butterfly,
Sandalwood, cedar wood, and perfumed Patrick White wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shore,
With a shipment of diamonds, Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
butting through the communication channel in the mad March days,
with a load of Tyne coal, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

"Hands up those that learned that as a second yr at petty school"says Ken.
Only Jenny, Andy and Lisa fail to raise a hand.
"bridge player up those that still remember the author and title of respect"
I remember it was by whoremonger Masefield, but don't remember the championship, only two hand stay up ; I. A. Richards and ken."hurrah for secondary modern pedagogy, pity we scrapped it over xxx eld ago."Said Ken,"Cargo's by John Masefield for those who want to have a go at it, and here ends the last deterrent example for today. It's round to your turn Andy."
Andy goes straight into a The Islands by Ralph Mc Tell, a great song about The Braer oil tank ship tragedy in the Shetland Islands in, I think, 1993. That gets him a daily round of applause ; he has a thoroughly vocalism and a lot of confidence.
Lisa, apparently aware that she was adjacent leant over and pulled a wooden whistle, and plays what I take to be Irish whiskey gigue, quite fast and well deserving listening to and then without me really hearing the transition it slows down to the Skye gravy boat song. There is applause all round for that, and after Ken winked at me he posed the expected enquiry,"who is adjacent ? Jenny, it's your crook to do one ”.
"No way, I don't have the power or repertoire to do anything, I pass in the fearful cognition that I also won't be here when it comes rotund again."
"All right I'll do one"I say"but first I have to irrigate the nettles and Bob Hope that some kindly soulfulness will refill our deoxyephedrine in my absence."More nettle comments chase me out the awning.
"Ok normal religious service has been restored, thanks whoever did the wine,"Jenny nods to me,"time for another Fairport connection, and in agreement with the sea theme I will do ‘ laurels and kudos ’, the guitar euphony is a bit sly but I'll play something near."It only takes a few mo get my guitar out of its case and I return to behind my tush as I find it a lot wanton to play standing, and breathing for singing is also a lot easier, sitting down I just can't get sufficiency air in."I suppose we have to wait while you tune up now,"said Kath,
"No, Once it is in melody it stays there, I might get to retune two or three times after fitting new strings, especially as I use extra light strings, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a fine summers morning we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled gamey with the treasures of the sea,
So that they could be transported by men such as we,
To homeland and for queen. Etc ... ... ....
I like this birdcall, well, I like all the songs and music I play, wasted endeavour to play poppycock you don't like. I finish the Sung dynasty without too many error, 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 poppycock together, we ought to make a motion if that's ok with you, Jenny."She nods,"By the prison term 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 glass of wine left in the bladder,"Ken, you can terminate this off, ok ? See you tomorrow, eternal sleep tight and all that."
It is still drizzling quite steadily so we walk smartly up the arena back to my van, unzipping the awning, I usher Jenny in first and follow inside, I put the guitar on the board and grope my way across to the van doorway so I can switch on the sunblind lightness, once we can see, I unlock the van door and going in put my melodeon on the bed, while I am in I turn on the gas room fastball, back in the awning, I set the chairs up, send jenny ass in and follow her with my guitar,"we don't have a lot of distance, could you get on the bed for a minute, while I put these away and find the continental quilt ”. Jenny slips her shoes off and creep onto the bed and turns round to face me from a kneeling position, she looks very cute like that, and I smile at her, pulling the duvet out of the under bed computer memory footlocker 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 dependable from getting kicked.
"Do you fancy another drinking or a cup of tea,"I ask.
"I wouldn't head another glass of wine if you have any and some more euphony, if it isn't too tardily for you."
"It isn't too later for me, we will all be up later tomorrow Nox, they are dancing most of tomorrow and so Friday night isn't normally a late night. Above your head in the center cupboard there are a span of wine boxwood, take your pick, I will sort the medicine"
"I was hoping you might sing a few more vocal, live music is much nicer than recorded."
"Having put the tool away, it will throw to be a cappella, if you ears are up to it, any chance with the wine-colored yet,"she passes the box to me to open,"I'll outdoors it shall I"I say with a smile and a come up brow. I don't like opening these boxful 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 touch of lip rouge or lip burnish, just a pinkish tracing, but enough for her to discover her previous glass. They are large glasses, so I only three quarters fill them, putting hers on the fridge unit of measurement, to her right, I drop to my knees and putting my drinking glass on the unit near the fire, 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-off but won't climbing as quickly.
"You requested a call, so what sorting of song would you like to learn ?"
"Can you continue the sea birdsong base ? The birdsong I heard earlier were interesting, as Dad had a connection."
"Yes, no problem, first is a lay by The jolly Rogers it's called ‘ Wicked'
"I sailed on the Charles IX a fair privateersman,
And our pay it was weeks overdue ... ..
... ... police chief Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a squeamish call, not a nice story what with rape and twisting, but good."
"What's next,"jenny ass asks,
"One from you, please."
"As I said, I can't sing, I can't shimmer, and I don't know any poetry."
"right wing, here begins your first singing moral, Do you jazz ‘ too soon one Morning ’,"“ No."
"Ok, I'll sing a line of business, we repeat the same line, and you sing the line."
"I don't know."
"Sing a bank line from Drunken navy man ; it will impart me a soupcon as to what key you are comfy in."
In a very delicate phonation the starting time line comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my comforter zone in the bass register.
"Start again, and I'll join you. What shall we do with a boozy sailor, what shall we do with a drunken bluejacket, what shall we do with a bibulous sailor early in the morning."
"That's safe, 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 Panama early in the morning."
"good, again, and carry on and add the wey-hays. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a boozy sailor boy, 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 drunken sailor boy, What shall we do with a drunken straw hat early in the daybreak. 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 sottish sailor, what shall we do with a bibulous sailor, what shall we do with a bibulous skimmer early in the morning."This time I harmonise on the wey-heys with foresighted heys. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the cockcrow. At the end of this jenny is smiling from ear to ear, suddenly aware that she could sing we raise our chalk to each other and retell the usage again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty good to me, anyone can babble, it just takes a little practice and a duo of Friend who will pass on an reliable judgement of what you sound like. Anyway for a accomplished change of submit, we do ask to get the dormancy bagful and eiderdown sorted, and then we find another birdsong or accept a brew and go to slumber. Do you sleep on your left or right side and do you prefer your nerve or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my aright side of meat, back to the window, that's guileful here with windows on all four sides.
"If you sleep that side you'll be facing the sunblind, with the screen and mantle, there won't be a lot of light getting in. Can you incite off the sleeping grip so I can get at them please ?"I unzip the two quiescence bags from each other, and zip them up as 1. Arranged so that the aught 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 night it will induce minimum affray to the other, in the middle standoff of the unit by the press are a duo of wind up torches that we won at a ceilidh a few class before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to detect a electrical switch for the main light source."Do you want to try some more sear 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 believe them, but I am beginning to think you are as good as they said."
"I am no saint, but I try to be as people say I do, if that makes any sense."” So, are we having a brew and sleeping, or staying up for a bit longer ?"
"I think that I would prefer to kip, it has been a long and nerve-racking day, and I don't normally settle well in a strange bed. I would like a cup of tea as well though, I will probably wake up with a fairly furry mouth tomorrow, and some tea now might help."I have another rummage in the in-between tie and then hired hand Jenny a new soup-strainer,"this might help hold back you feeling de-furred ”, I put the kettle on and go to the wardrobe to get one of my t-shirts to use as a nightshirt,"a lily-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 movement of her, it covers all that needs to be covered but not a lot more than, and I've seen shorter skirts coming out of the clubs in the town centre, she looks at me and smiling,"what do you retrieve of it ?"
"I don't believe I should reach an honest opinion because if I did you hear one heck of a clang as my doughnut fell off, and that would ruin my repute as a squeamish guy. There must be a lot of Whitney Young men out there would get laid to be in here instead of me, and I don't think you would be very condom with any of ... No I forgot your T.A. preparation, they might not be very condom,"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 star sign of aggressiveness and I would bear been out of here and down the township like a shot. Your comic reply was perfect for the occasion."The kettle starts to sing 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 biscuit to go with this, I'm having a couple to soak up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not good for the image after 8pm."
I have a couple of digestives and bring out a custard ointment and snaffle bit that for afters, as I had seen jenny ass end her tea, I downed mine quickly and after switching on the LED strip show 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 bathroom 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 12 raps from inside the van, I get up and work off the kindle, the awning luminosity 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 slip backwash, dry myself, and clean my teeth, putting my underpants back on and after switching off the light, take the balance of my clothes and put them on the tush 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 for sure the wind instrument up torch is where I can find oneself it reach out up and overstretch the cord to twist off the light.
"Just a bit 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, nighttime night."
"Night night,"I reply and turn the light out.



Chapter Two
Trust

I lie on my back and rewind over the day, thinking of what I should have said if I could intend a lot quicker. Ah the land of what if ... I turn over onto my left side, with my back to jenny ass, 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 feeling of security as it banishes any loneliness still hiding in the nook and crannies of this poor old brain of mine. I am fully aware there is nothing sexual in the way I am feeling, it is an almost tribal look of belonging again, part of the mathematical group identity, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and dusty trail of self psychoanalysis, why can't I just go with the current.
I awake slowly to the sound of cushy crying, it isn't me, so it must be Jenny, lying still for a minute or so I listen, then turning over as if in my nap and keeping my go out arm under the duvet allow it to amount to stay over Jenny's waist outside her quiescency bag, her crying reduces to a whimpering sniffling auditory sensation 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 have been two minutes it might receive been ten, as I was drifting off again, I felt her move and a few arcsecond later her arm was holding mine close to her, and I felt her bridge player feeling for mine, when her search was successful her finger 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 sound of the word'thanks'came into my psyche, and then I was away with the sprite. The side by side time I awoke it was probably around six a.m. initiatory light was trying to have its way into the van and I needed the lavatory, my arm was still around jenny ass's waist and we still had our finger interlaced, despite the gentlest of movements Jenny also woke,"break of day, what's up ?
"Sorry to stir up you but I have to stimulate a tiddle, otherwise matter are going to get a bit damp around here."
I don't bother with the wind up common mullein, there is plenty light to see my way to the toilet without kneeling on Jenny's legs and as I open the john door, a lot of abstemious comes in so it must be well after half five, once I have finished and dried the old man I open the windowpane a picayune bit and tick off the atmospheric condition. fountainhead transgress cloud, not raining and strips of sun are coming between the trees to the Orient of us, getting on for six or tail past, I think to myself and begin to question how I can estimate accurately when I haven't worn a watch except for high mean solar day since I stopped punching the factory clock as a wage buckle down eight twelvemonth 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 terribly 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 wrongly, why can't something go right for me ? I'm 20 five and never had a weekend away with a cuss I'm not ugly or smelly, am I ? Why can't I find a decent boyfriend and keep him for a while ?
"That's an awful lot of query for this too soon in the dawning ; do you fancy getting up having a tea and then talking, or coming here and let me make you for another 60 minutes or two ? She looks at me as though I had a screw propeller loose, then smiles and says,
"You come back down where you were and moderate me."I finish my interrupted trip into my bag and routine over to hold her, I am surprised to discover 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 digit intertwine with mine, this feeling sooo nice, it makes me think of times past, just holding in friendly relationship, us against the world -well our footling bit of it.

When I was in my late teens I always seemed to be taking the part of emotional consultant to any one of half a 12 13 to 15 year old girls, who shared a hobby with my Brother and me, by their reckoning I was old enough to know, but too old to be occupy in them as girl, so I was trusted with a lot of stuff and nonsense that they couldn't or wouldn't tell their parents.

Now I had the Saame trusted notion, this could become habit-forming. My eyes are very grave again ; this is so unlike me as I am normally up with the lark, time for another trip away with the faeries ... ..

... .The fairyland have abandoned me in a skillful warm haven, my 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 good to me ?"
"Why are you so full of interrogative sentence in the morning, do you spend all nighttime thinking them up ?"
"Why do you respond a query with a question ?"
"It's a defence mechanism, it gives me time to try and make sense of a bunk inquiry. I don't think I am being good to you in particular ; I may be being adept to soul who deserves it. So to answer your doubt with yet another, how do you delimit ‘ being dear'in your situation ? And how do you work out what you deserve ? Finally, are you set for a brew and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


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