All theatrical role are fictitious, If a character name is used in association with a side, it's just co-incidence if that given figure belongs in that slope. Insofar as song lyrics being included I don't know the legalities or etiquette involved, I have given the opening few and last few communication channel if that is all that is needed or the Song in full if the text needs it and credit to the author in either typesetter's case, traditional songs are treated the same but credited as Traditional.

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


Chapter One
Meeting


It's Fri 29th of April, 4pm and I've just driven into Fort Pitt Grammar schoolhouse in Rochester. It is a grey and chilly good afternoon as I drive through the car parking area and onto the variation line of business, a unretentive drive along the rightfulness hand side of the airfield to halfway along the fencing beside the tennis courts, this where I pull up and park the caravan parallel of latitude with the fence to join with other motor home etc. performing at the Sweeps festival. I have been coming to sweep up for over 20 years but this is the first since I lost my wife. This year I'm not performing - a side we both danced with finally year has put me on their potency for the weekend - so I can just relax and catch up with intelligence and gossip from friends in other face that I've not seen since the Tenterden folk weekend last Oct.
first-class honours degree thing first though, wind the nook steadies down and level the two berth caravan 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 nighttime and early morning, not as easy single handed and I definitely feel the want for a few orang-utan genes as my arms seem to be a unspoilt invertebrate foot too short to hold up the fabric and grab the future perch that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, side by side is to arrange the two solar board and get the electric automobile connected up, the finale chore is to get some body of water - Forty litres in the aquamarine roller and ten for the bathroom tank- it's a bit of a trek rhythm to the former slope of the situation and a fair weightiness to drag back but I haven't used the car to shift piddle before and hopefully I'm not going to start for a few yr yet. Ye deity though, it seems twice as far this class, I wish I'd used my globefish before I left, on my return to the caravan I connect the Aqua-roll and run the pump until the smell of sterilising fluid dissipates then satisfy the kettle for a brew, While the kettle is heating I make the bed up, I don't illusion trying to catch some Z's on either of the exclusive size of it beds at the English of the van, knowing my luck I'll probably surrender out, so form up the fully width bed as we usually did, it's about six ft three square ; lots of room to disperse 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 organisation and heed to Amazing Blondel's"England ”, a most relaxing LP/CD to listen to. I had the LP from the seventy and bought the re-mastered CD from the artists when they were at"folk off the pier"at Cromer. To advance facilitate my way into the weekend the boiler starts to whistle as"seascape"begins and the showtime fall of rain patters onto the awning, oh well, two out of three isn't too bad. Sitting in the awning with a goodly large mug of steaming Yorkshire tea, I think back over the last twenty three years, here for all but one or two Sweeps, I have danced, played, or drummed for six, no seven sides, I prefer edge and molly and am not so keen on northwestward, this means that whilst I may well only know thirty or xl people's name I am on nodding terminal figure with a hundred or to a greater extent, that's the kind of ship's company I will appreciate this week-end, and there should be a sing-around or clear awning somewhere on the field every evening.
The rain sounds as though it's getting heavier so I glance up from my Kindle to ascertain and see person walking slowly along the row of vans and tent as though looking for somebody or another. Female and in her 20, black hair pulled back into a very long pony tail, not a with child deal of make-up although not too tardily to tell in the lessened light, this coupled with her dingy article of clothing makes accurate estimation difficult. She is about five foot six or seven and lose weight but with a chassis, black shortsighted coat tailored in to the waist and flaring over her rose hip, black or navy trouser, black shoes with a little heel, office girl, secretary, estate agent ? Nosey, funny 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 beau, he's bringing the tenting stuff and we arranged to match along here about an hour ago, assuming the traffic on the M11 & M25 was good or sometime later if it was bad. The problem is he doesn't have a mobile headphone so I can't inter-group communication him to find out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my sunshade for a few minutes or so, I can nibble up Essex and Kent traffic news on the radio in the van so at least you can have an idea of when he is in all probability 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 reaching time."I stop Blondel and tune the radio to ninety five point three FM. A few mo later at twenty-five past tense five BBC Essex reports all clearly on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the bridge circuit, around 15 minutes postponement and no reported time lag in Kent.
"fountainhead"I say"It doesn't feeling 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 train from my flat, and should get left about two o'clock ; he assumed an hour for the M11 and M25, twenty moment for traffic over the bridgework, and another forty for A2, M2, and Rochester and he should give arrived around four o'clock ”."I don't know what to do ; he should own all our bivouacking hooey and my clothes for the weekend !"
"In your place I would want to see out if he has left or not, and if he has left, when he left. Another idea, since you were both coming here, either you or he is a member of one of the sides performing this week-end, it might be Charles Frederick Worth searching them out to determine out if they may feature heard anything, so who are you with ?
"Dave dances 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 good to know names, I'm Frank, so shall we see if we can find Billington, I assume they are on this side of the field as that's where you were looking."
"Dave said they camped on the flop hand face on the sharpness of the field, I suppose that depends on which way you're cladding but I assumed he was talking in footing of reaching which would be this side of the field."
"OK, I have been coming to drag in for nearly twenty years, I know a lot of sides, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and work out our way down to the rear core, the side down there is usually Blackwater Esther Morris, we danced with them for four or five age around the turn of the century, I only have one brolly so we will scoop plowshare that as it's sounding a bit damp out there, although it always sounds wetter under an sunblind than it actually is outdoor. Do you love the names of any Billington hoi polloi so at least we can be sociable ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"dark blue Hyundai I10"she says as a dark car attack, no, it's a little Honda. We walk towards the steps at the top end of the discipline, I can't see any Morris kit at the camper van parked at the end so after knocking on the door, it is answered by a man in his mid-fifties or thereabouts holding a pint pewter tankard, and wearing a Dead horse cavalry tee shirt, I ask,"Hi, are you performing this week-end ?"
"No, not this year most of our lot think it costs too much in fuel to get here and back from Bedford and with May Day on Sunday they want to dance the sun up, and then do pub dance out locally, so though we are booked in we won't be dancing."
"Do you acknowledge what side is parked next to you, or do you have any idea where Billington sabot might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a clue who is next to us, Pretty Grim are the other incline of them both side of meat of the roadway, But I can't say I've ever heard of Billington, where are they from ?"
"William Le Baron 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 judgement, 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 twosome of them are very lettered about east Anglian sides ”. The rainwater is now a steady gentle rain, not cold, but the cinch makes it feel chilly. There is no-one around the tents, so we move down the line, a mates of down in the mouth people are sipping beer and talking under a summerhouse and they say it is a Cotswold side next door on the entrance face, the rest of Pretty Grim are down the Ithiel Town getting solid food, so we continue on to the next accumulation of caravan and tents, these belong to blackbird edge, Another side from Bedfordshire, it's their first clip here as a side, a few extremity have been here with former sides but no-one has heard of Billington. We are nearly halfway down the starting time slope of the arena, still looking for his car and looking behind us every time a car comes onto the battlefield, the next couple of tent belong to Winstree hundred Clog, they are a foresighted established side from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for geezerhood, nigh of their people are nearer to Blackwater, again nonentity knows of Billington and their bagman has a dancing program for the festival - this is just a guide to where sides might or might not be - it has been said that organising a dancing schedule for Morris sides is consanguineous to herding quat ! The terpsichore schedule doesn't leaning Billington.
"Thanks for your help, I suppose that Billington are just coming down for a look around if they haven't been going foresightful ”,
"Thanks as well from me"says Jenny.
"well we are back at my caravan now let's go in for a bit of a think and a potable ”, I suggest. When we get back to the van we go inside the van to dry out and get warmed through.
"I don't like the way things are looking here, it seems very foreign that no-one has heard of them. I might well go for a digress down towards Blackwater and see who is between us and them and then cross to the other side of the field and retrieve Hertfordshire Holly if they are camping this year ; they are from Ware and if I remember aright that's only ten international nautical mile from Stortford, Some-one must know something about them, If you can determine the kettle and make brew, the reparation are in there."I say, pointing to the cupboard over the cooker, be back in five minutes or so."
I continued walking down the field towards Blackwater ; succeeding to us are visitor from Kingdom of The Netherlands just come to see the fete and then move on somewhere else, past them are the quietus 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 paired my van where the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree are growing down a extortionate banking company, asking at the first campervan with lights on whom they are and if they know of Billington geta ?"Sorry, I can't be of much helper we're moonshine, it's our first year but know that the Witchmen are from the Calypso motor-home to the niche, and they are a Cotswold side over the road way, I don't know who is adjacent to us down the field, it's a ladies side with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A unawares wander to a grouping of musician and a couple of inquiry confirm that they are indeed Hertfordshire Holly but no-one knows of Billington. That, so far as I am worry, means that Billington doesn't exist, the only really worrying question is why David told Jennifer all that hooey about camping here for the week-end, as I wander back to the van by following the athletics track round the field, I recognise a couple of Blackwater people, give 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 happy at all, the easy isn't good but it looks like she's had a few tears.
"What's up ?"I ask,
"Chrissie, she's has the vapid side by side to me, call just after you left as she was wondering where I was. I'm normally home before her and as she had seen Dave in the Red Lion smoking shelter while she was getting her dinner from the Tesco's just over the road from there, she had assumed we had cancelled our trip here."On hearing this a theory was forming in my mind,"I don't want to pry but if Chrissie is in the mat next to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a straight ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the short somewhat abrupt reply.
"Pure speculation, but do you inhabit by yourself and if so has anyone else got a key to your savourless"?
"Since you don't know where I live I can tell you that, I do endure solo, and Chrissie has my arcsecond trim key in case I lose mine or leave them at work, 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 piffling concerned at the way things are starting to shape up, so do you have much in the way of high value stuff in your flat, stereo, telly, and jewellery and so on, and was Dave aware of their economic value and location"?
"I have a few matter that are worth a bit, my Dad's musical legal instrument, a brooch that belonged to my grandmother that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to redact sprinkling without some sort of validation but I can't assist thinking that he might birth planned to have you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your poppycock ”. The colour drained from Jenny's face and she looked like her legs weren't too sweetie, she rested her handwriting on the edge of the board and slumped down into a chair."Not my Dad's hooey, I couldn't bear losing any of that, it's all insured but that's not what matters, another silver medal transverse flute wouldn't be his ! !
"face"I say,"If, note the if that is what someone planned, it is fairly easy to spike their guns, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the important items into her flat as soon as possible if she can, you could talk her through where they are Mobile River to mobile assuming of grade that she has one. I hope your Dad didn't play sumptuous piano or double bass, it might be a bit tricky for her."
"No there is cypher gruelling, a flute, two acoustic guitars, a melodeon and two concertinas."This was said while she was ringing Chrissie, it seemed to take an age before she spoke to Chrissie, and then I thought she was going to start crying as she said"Chrissie, I am ok but I need you to do me a hell 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 spare key I can manoeuver you as to what needs rescuing. What ? Ok, I will ring again in three moment, I don't know why but the more I think about it the more I worry about how dependable the rest of my things are, he was always asking about Dad's instruments and why I didn't flirt them and why I spent so lots on apparel, he never seemed to have any money and was always talking about his ‘ productive'girlfriend."
"Right, while we are waiting to get back to Chrissie, did you make a brewage ?"
"Yes, sorry I forgot about it after Chrissie rang"
"Don't worry, I ‘ ll do it, Milk and sugar ?"
"Yes please, Milk, one sugar. Thanks for helping me I wouldn't have had a cue about any of this if you hadn't raised my distrust, Chrissie didn't have a in effect watchword to say about Dave but I put it down to a touch of the niggling green monsters, but as I said, thinking about it, it seems so obvious now."
"I'm not so sure 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 edge of the bed and the location 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 warmness inside you, you'll feel better for it,"
"three second are up, I'm ringing Chrissie, she must make got home by now, I will put it on speaker."the telephone is already in her hired hand and one tap of the screen and the phone motion to her ear, after a couple of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"truelove girl, Give me a hazard, I've just put my shopping on the table and grabbed your key."... There is a pause, a door closing, a few steps ... key in another door and the sound of it opening,
"Right I'm in, your camping gear is in the mansion house, and the telly is in view, as is the dark guitar on the wall."
"OK ! That's Dad's Fylde, go into my bedroom, another guitar by the bed,"
"Yes, a big one, lighting coloured, with a brightly coloured leather strap,"
"Great, that's papa Takamine, sorry to be so paranoid but did you interlace the front door when you came in"
"No, I didn't I'll pop back and do it now .... All secure I put the strand on as well."
"Right, now we can admit our time and spend a penny for certain everything else is still there just in event 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 aureate brooch with special K, brownish-yellow and sack stones."
"Yes, it's here, Wow, jenny that's beautiful, you won't wear that when you go clubbing ! !
"No, that was gran's it's too old fashioned for today."
"We will contend about that later, what's future to find out, from the way you're worrying would I be too far out saying I have a peeress of substance living next doorway"
"We will talk about that when I get back, back to the living elbow room, in the sideboard character thing in the right hand end open the door there should be an almost white oblong squeeze-box and a blackened octagonal one, in the left hand side, a grim mat box XXX five by twelve by three that's a flute glass, and another squeeze-box with leather bellow and wooden ends."
"All present and even off, what happens now ?"
"Can you actuate all the musical theater legal document and the brooch into your flat tire along with anything else you think of as worth stealing, and thank you for being such a dandy friend ?"
"No ! I won't take the opportunity, 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 curio, I know your Dad died a couple of years ago, just before you moved in to the stoppage, were all these legal document his, and refuse if you want to but what sorting of economic value will I be babysitting for the weekend."
"This goes no further, Chrissie, right."
"Of trend, jenny, I'm just nosey, not a gossip."
"They were all daddy, and are deserving about eight thousand pounds, add in the brooch and you can just about double over 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 blandish but I am a bit apprehensive about the note 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 movement, I will leave my doorway open so that I can find out anyone in the hallway, while I'm getting packed, I'll ring you when I'm back in."
In Jenny's directly Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to metre the movement and retain jennet's flat secure, ‘ if I can get my wrist through the gap maybe I can get the chain on, but can I get it off, so I can get back in ?'She opens the door and checks the gap that the chain allows, about two and a half inch, putting her radiocarpal joint through it seems to appropriate a fair bit of movement for her wrist and finger's breadth, has she enough flexibility to fit and get rid of the range, I have the key and if I get the range of mountains on and can't get it off again, jenny's stuff and nonsense will be a lot secure once I've locked the doorway. Holding the threshold a ‘ too with her allow handwriting in the letter box the farsighted slim digit of her justly hand lifts the mountain range end, using her thumb as a guide along the length of the Ernst Boris Chain one-armed bandit, her finger baksheesh detect the porta for the end, it's very tight causing quite a bit of discomfort, but with an superfluous pull on the letter box, gains the distance for the end to pop into the slot.
Yeah ! That's share one done, she said to herself, getting her hired hand out was easy once the chemical chain slid along the expansion slot, pulling the doorway shut and making sure the latch was home, finally after opening the door again to train the range is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own flat to pack for the weekend. ‘ Don't pauperism tea or coffee, take milk, cereal for tomorrow, dressing gown, change of clothes, toiletries, constitution it doesn't seem like a lot, but it's only nightlong, I must get my telephone set charger, don't want it going savourless overnight. This'll do, both lot of keys and I'm set to go.'
Putting the key in the door it opens to the chain limit, just popping the chain of mountains 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 time the opinion was finished her fingers had found the end of the chain and slipped it out of the channel. All done and with a sigh of ministration she pulls the key from the room access, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the tidy sum of camping gear she slips the chain of mountains back into place.

Back in Rochester William Le Baron Jenny is nearly climbing the bulwark"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"Come on Jenny, ease up her a chance, could you rearrange your weekend, mob a bag, secure your own place, move in, unpack, get the kettle on and ring back in less than 15 minutes ?"
"I suppose you're right field, but it doesn't stop me worrying about how matter are going."
"Once she has rung you back, and you know everything's safe and impregnable, I will sort out some food for us, it won't be posh but it will be warm up and filling."I said, getting up and moving to the fridge and getting out a chicken curry I had made late Thursday, there isn't enough to fill us both up but Elmer Rice or pasta will bulge it up. Next is to find the wok under the cooker, on my knees head down and tush upwards, I get it out, become the gas ring on low and tip the curry in.
"Would you prefer rice or alimentary paste ?
"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 nestling 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, unlocked and unchained the door to get in with my stuff."
"Great, could you do one more thing for me tomorrow ?"
"Yes, if I can I will, you should know that by now.
"Thanks, Could you call the locksmith on Oak Lane, get him to come out and modify the locks and leave 3 Florida key with you, my council tax money is with the bill under the flute glass box, pay him from that if you can get a immediate payment discount, if not enjoin him to invoice me and I'll settle up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a problem, any particular sort of curl, or colour or budget."
"No, high security measures is the alone prerequisite, I have to go now it smells like dinner is set up, I will ring you tomorrow afternoon, to give you an update on what's happening. Thanks again, Chrissie."
"Bye William Le Baron Jenny,"
"As you said, William Le Baron Jenny, food is just about ready, I know it's supposed to be blank wine with chicken, but it's curried and so you have a pick of red out of a box or beer, what will you be having ?"
"A drop of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to feel the warmth for hours.
"No, it's quite soft really, I make my own curry paste in bulk and then use half of what the particular recipe I'm using calls for, I divvy up the curry and enjoin jenny ass to take pasta to taste. Do you want to stay here in the warm and eat off your lap or move out into the sunblind and use the table ?"
"I prefer to quell warm and comfy thanks."
I turn on the MP3 player and select random action replay of the albums on there. The Poozies come on offset, Love on a Farm son reward, nice concord on this and with a bit of go to the chorus. I reset the musician to play all of that CD, and jenny ass asks who are they I give her their name and explain how they took it."When they first formed they practiced in a pub, and decided to thank the landlord by using the pub 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 small village in Oxfordshire, north of Banbury, a Civil War battle was fought there in 1644. The ‘ what'is a music festival, up XL thousand the great unwashed, from new born to ninety plus, basically recycled and converted hippies ? It started out as an annual reunion of the penis 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 sets that have come from a shop class, most are bought from the artists at signings and folk cabaret intervals."
"So what sort of euphony move you ?"I ask.
"Nothing 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'n'roll music from the former sixties and into the seventies but the only ones that I can really remember auditory sense was focusing, the Moody Blues, Yes, and haystack Wakeman, just about nitty-gritty up my musical theater inclinations."
"I've got Yes and Rick Wakeman here, would you like to hear some while I do the clearing up,"
"Yes please, Yes, any of their early stuff would be nice."
"It's only a greatest bang type CD but it has ‘ yours is no disgrace'and others from that LP"
jenny ass slips off to another place while the medicine is playing, it's a few years since I played the CD from end to end, and after a couple of cart track I'm back to post vigour crisis Great Britain circa1976, working in a factory, having my capitulum bashed by machine haphazardness during the day and medicine at"realistic"horizontal surface under a big distich of phone at early times, ( all headphones were big in those twenty-four hours ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered classical Guitar, gypsy dancing Guitar, John Williams and Julian the Apostate Bream, Paco Penja and folk rock and roll, an altogether quieter scenery. By the prison term the euphony had got towards the end of Starship trooper, the washing up is all done and put away, I look at Jenny, she is definitely moved by some memory or another, she isn't crying but she's not far from it, very wet middle, a tactile sensation of a tremble to the sassing. Do I commove her or not, heck, I've never been skillful with handling my own emotions let only others, no leave her to it, ‘ safe to keep single mouth shut and be thought an idiot than to open it and turn out it'as the old musical phrase goes seems to fit best, her Methedrine is evacuate, I poor a couple of inch 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 ’.
"Cheers"I say, in salute,"I would like to offer a cent 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, breathing, confusion that is called society."“ However that is enough of the heavy philosophical stuff for now, I was intending to take my stuff down to the backside core, and see if Blackwater Morris has a sing-around going on or about to start, if you're up to it you are Thomas More than welcome to join in."
"I don't know if I'd be much use in a sing-around, I can't sing."
"Lack of ability never stopped a lot of people in sing-around, it isn't about being adept at anything, it's about having the assurance to have a go or to just link up in with the Greek chorus and listening to what others have to dally, and most birdcall have a story if you listen for it. Come on it will do you well, I can practically guarantee no-one will discomfit you by playing or singing Yes or Wakeman."
"OK, thanks"
"Now you have to puzzle out,"I say with a smile, if you can demand two chairs and the wine, I'll bring tool, music and songbook and our glasses. nates 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 bit once I'm organised."
"While I am waiting, where are the toilets around here ?"
"You just passed it, it's in there, Twist the big disk on the left to void it, and then crusade it down to pump in bowl cleaner, stool roll is to the rightfield under a cover, hired man basin comes down after swivelling the catch on the right wing, the Christ Within if you want it is erect on the right, switch to the seat, ok with that ?
"Yeah, I hope so."
I drag my guitar and box out from under the bed, film them into the sunshade, snap up a sweatshirt from the wardrobe, and twist off the bullet, books are in the top standoff and a bag is taken out of the heart standoff, all the books go in there with the wine glass either incline, I take the bladder out of the box of wine and that fits in as well. William Le Baron Jenny comes out of the toilet,"That's a ready to hand bit of kit, I've never used one before, improve than trying to hide behind a tent or tree"she says with a bit of an embarrassed giggle."My crook 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 rainfall, still cold and miserable, maybe things will lighten up when we get inside, we arrive at a large 4 bunk wagon train with sunblind, and there are half a 12 inside,"rap roast, permit to figure please."
"Hi dog, descend in, lots of infinite available."
"Thanks Ken, where's your other half."
While we are opening the professorship and getting the cat's-paw out of the way, the conversation continues.
"Sue is inside just finishing putting away the dinner washing up, we're both sorry about Linda, we didn't hear until too recent to hail,"
"Don't worry ; I expect to hear that a lot of times this week-end."
"So, who is your ally then,"asks Ken.
"She isn't a Quaker, no, that came out incorrect. What I meant was a couple of minute ago we had only just met, her name is Jennifer, result to jenny, and she is as near to a waif or stray that you will see this week-end. Jenny, running round from Ken he is the bagman, side by side is Harry and his wife Valery known as Val, following is a new face to me ..."
"That's Kath, plays accordion for us and dance when needed. To her right wing is her spouse, Richard, he bangs a drum for us at the moment, I don't know if Andy was with us when we endure met, he's the baby of the side of meat, just turned twenty, he is a dancer, a bit quick but has the eye for social movement, and his girlfriend Lisa, she ‘ s not involved at the here and now, but who can tell."Ken says with a wink in her direction.
"Would either of you like a drinking,"asks Sue,"we have red and white wine, some of ken 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-colored box bladder from the backpack,"it is undamaged, I pour a looking glass each for jennet and me."We didn't have the space to bring the box as well so if anyone fancies a pearl, its Tesco's finest soft French red."
Sue settles herself in the quoin next to Ken,"So what's the story with you and this young lady, you are nearly old enough 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 phallus of Billington clog, he was to peck up the camping gear from her flat after employment and amount 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 tuner that there was no traffic problems between there and here we went for a paseo along the line looking for Billington, I've never heard of them by the way, and couldn't find anyone else along this slope 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 practice and they had never heard of them.
While I was away jennet's neighbour rang to say she had seen him back home LE than half an time of day before, and to cut a long story short, she is moving into William Le Baron Jenny's blank space overnight to act as security department because Jenny gave him a key to get in to collect the bivouacking gear, and then Chrissie, the neighbour is getting the lock chamber changed tomorrow. Which leaves this poor lass down here without a office till she can get menage ?"
"Well"says Sue,"you couldn't have found a good berth than with Frank, we would bank 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 sure the ladies camping elbow room is fully booked anyway."
"We will get to use the caravan, I've got two quiescency old bag and a king-sized continental quilt in there, the lone tricky bit is getting ready for bed. With the lights out and the blinds down you can't see a affair anyway, so one gets fix while the other is in the exhibitor elbow room doing dentition etc. then swap, sleeping bag each and with the duvet over the top we should be hatful lovesome enough."
"I'll be dependable 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 innocent ataraxis loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chortle and it seems as though no more questions are going to be asked of me or jenny, so in the short silence I ask how the side is going along, and what gossip there may be among the other sides.
"We have eight to ten to 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 lick Saturday, he is with the ambulance divine service, and they can't trade around like they could a few years back. We only have us eight camping, two are bed and breakfasting, and three are coming down for the day tomorrow and may also drive down again on Sunday. There isn't a lot happening with other topical anesthetic sides, we all want more members but all that seems to be happening is more citizenry are dancing with more than than one face, doing molding or molly on Sabbatum and Cotswold on Sunday. Further afield I was told that Ely Border have had a bit of an uncivil war, charge and inexactitude flying about front, left and centre, a twain of them are with Green Dragon tomorrow, and Littlebury seem to ingest snaffled the respite.
"Do you have any plans for dancing or playing in the time to come, I know its other days yet, but I have heard there is a queue to ask you to get together them but no-one wants to be so insensitive to be the first-class honours degree to ask. We have known each other for lo, nearly 20 class now and you know I don't have a sensible pearl in my principal, 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 H2O back I am beginning to believe I'm past it now."
"You didn't draw out your H2O bout by hand again, final twelvemonth we told you to mind to yourself and to, quote, do work smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't cost ten pence of diesel to drive round and back, if you can hale that lot without having a heart fire you are more than fit enough to hold back up with us."
"It's not keeping up with you, you fat bugger ; it's keeping up with that young ‘ un that going to cause a problem."I said with a big grin, Ken couldn't have been half a Oliver Stone heavier than me and was always on a diet, but only diets that permitted alcohol ! I had expected to be invited back by one of the sides we had danced with this week-end and it didn't storm me that Ken would be the first base to ask, now should I pay back him for his courage for asking starting time or punish him for his insensitivity.
"The doubt is should I reward you for your braveness for asking world-class or punish you for your insensitivity. As my kids know I don't go in for a lot of punishment, lead by example is easier than penalization in my Scripture, so you won't get a straight person no, however I have never left Tribal and need to get through this week-end before I make any determination about the Morris and me. Anyway this is supposed to be a fun week-end so when do we stop trying to pretend me consider of the past tense and get back to here and now. Any requests that do not call for booze, anatomical impossibilities, or me singing ?"
"I want to find out you sing, what have you to offer for my entertainment ?"Said Jenny, looking me in the eye with a bit of a grinning on the secondly half of the doubt, no, it's the wine-colored kicking in it couldn't have been any var. of flirtation, could it ?
At this gunpoint Richard leaves the awning to commentary about the height of the nettles and other comments about ‘ taking away the pain in the ass but leave the swelling ’.
"He'll be back in a second, just checking on the fry in the caravan, I checked just before you arrived, we have this monitor twist, range of thirty metres, but we both like to carry turns to check."convening dictates that the emcee starts us off and lead proceedings, so it's up to Ken to start us off,"what's it to be, sea songs and hut first time round as common, then another theme succeeding clip rhythm ?"
"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 force to aid lift the chorus.
Why is it every song he knows lasts less than two minutes, he probably wrote pop songs in the sixties, near of them struggled to last three minutes ? At this point Richard returns."All serenity"he whispered to Kath.
Next to Ken is Sue, I expect her to cash in one's chips, but if she does she will have to sing next meter and she may not hold a relevant Sung dynasty. To my surprisal she starts to whistle ‘ The departure of Liverpool'that's a new one for her since Tenterden, it's a retentive one, going on to six minutes at an ordinary upper. Harry gets to go next, and joystick with ‘ Drunken sailor boy ’, a few verses will be added that don't appear in the shanty books, some may bring a bit of colouration to an inexperienced person cheeks, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's move around next and she plays Portsmouth on her melodeon, giving it the Oldfield treatment, bigger chords, and faster as it trips along, the rest of us starts drumming on the table to encourage her along. This provokes a few prompt catch for crank as the mesa 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 following fourth dimension round no matter what base is selected"
"If it gets round to me again, it's getting on for 9-30 now, I'm going to check on the tike and get to bed myself at ten o clock."
"I only bang a drum"says Richard, what sort of affair are you expecting from me ?
"Its sing, say or play, sing a song, say a bit of poetry or tell a story, or dally a tune."Ken replies."This is their first camp out with a Morris face, they've never been to a sing-around or receptive mic dark before, and to me it seems strange that modern adults could bear led such a sheltered existence."
"The solely bit of poetry I know is something I learnt at school thirty twelvemonth ago."
"That'll do"we say practically in unison.
With a bit of a falter in his voice be Menachem Begin ;


Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in cheery Promised Land,
with a cargo of ivory, and apes and peacock butterfly,
Sandalwood, cedar wood, and honeyed white wine.
Stately Spanish people galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Torrid Zone by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds, Emeralds, amethysts,
tan, and Cinnamomum zeylanicum, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
butting through the television channel in the mad March days,
with a payload of Tyne coal, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

"bridge player up those that learned that as a second year at secondary schoolhouse"says Ken.
Only Jenny, Andy and Lisa fail to raise a hand.
"Hands up those that still remember the writer and title"
I remember it was by Saint John the Apostle Masefield, but don't call up the deed, only two deal stay up ; I. A. Richards and Kens."hooray for junior-grade modern education, shame we scrapped it over xxx eld ago."Said Ken,"Cargo's by bathroom Masefield for those who want to know, and here ends the last object lesson for today. It's beat to your act Andy."
Andy goes straight into a The Islands by Ralph Mc Tell, a groovy Song about The Braer oil tanker disaster in the Zetland in, I think, 1993. That gets him a round of applause ; he has a good voice and a lot of confidence.
Lisa, apparently cognisant that she was following leant over and pulled a wooden whistle, and plays what I take to be Irish jigs, quite tight and well worth listening to and then without me really hearing the transition it slows down to the Skye Boat Sung. There is applause all daily round for that, and after Ken winked at me he posed the expected doubtfulness,"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 fearful knowledge that I also won't be here when it comes one shot again."
"All right I'll do one"I say"but offset I have to water the nettles and Bob Hope that some kindly soul will fill again our methamphetamine in my absence."More nettle comments tag me out the awning.
"Ok formula religious service has been restored, thanks whoever did the wine,"Jenny nods to me,"prison term for another Fairport connector, and in accord with the sea idea I will do ‘ Honour and Praise ’, the guitar euphony is a bit cunning but I'll play something near."It only takes a few endorsement get my guitar out of its caseful and I return to behind my seat as I find it a lot easier to play standing, and breathing for singing is also a lot leisurely, sitting down I just can't get enough air in."I suppose we have to wait while you tune up now,"said Kath,
"No, Once it is in tune it stays there, I might have to retune two or three clip after fitting new strand, especially as I use additional Christ Within strings, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a amercement summers daybreak we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled high with the gem of the sea,
So that they could be transported by men such as we,
To homeland and for nance. Etc ... ... ....
I like this call, well, I like all the songs and music I play, wasted effort to meet material you don't like. I finish the Sung dynasty without too many mistakes, a bit of aristocratical applause follows,"Thank you, it didn't go as well as I had hoped but I am going to blame the hard liquor. So on that note, it must be close to knocking off clip as Kath and Richard are getting their hooey together, we ought to attain a motion 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 polish off off, that done I passed it back. There was about half a glass of wine-colored left in the vesica,"Ken, you can finish this off, ok ? See you tomorrow, log Z's 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 ass in first and follow interior, I put the guitar on the mesa and fumble my way across to the van door so I can change over on the awning Light, once we can see, I unlock the van room access and going in put my melodeon on the bed, while I am in I turn on the gas room bullet, back in the awning, I set the chairs up, send jenny in and stick to her with my guitar,"we don't have a lot of space, could you get on the bed for a minute, while I put these away and incur the duvet ”. Jenny slips her brake shoe off and crawls onto the bed and turns unit of ammunition to front me from a kneeling position, she looks very cute like that, and I smile at her, pulling the eiderdown out of the under bed storage footlocker is a bit of a competitiveness but it finally comes out. I then reverse out and lifting my guitar from the bed, slip it under the bed to the strawman of the van leaving space for the melodeon behind it but far enough under to be rubber from getting kicked.
"Do you picture another drink or a cup of tea,"I ask.
"I wouldn't mind another glass of wine-colored if you have any and some more music, if it isn't too late for you."
"It isn't too later for me, we will all be up later tomorrow night, they are dancing most of tomorrow and so Fri nighttime isn't normally a of late Nox. Above your head in the middle cupboard there are a dyad of wine boxes, adopt your pick, I will sort the music"
"I was hoping you might sing a few Thomas More songs, live 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 portion with the wine yet,"she passes the box to me to open,"I'll give it shall I"I say with a smile and a plagiarize eyebrow. I don't like opening these boxes either but say nothing, once open I get the two meth we used earlier and lifting them to the light I note which one has a tracing of lip rouge or lip burnish, just a pinkish ghost, but enough for her to key her late spyglass. They are large field glass, so I only three quarters fill them, putting hers on the fridge unit, to her right, I drop to my knees and putting my field glass on the social unit near the ardour, 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 fervor down a bit, the temperature won't dip but won't climb as quickly.
"You requested a song, so what sort of song would you like to hear ?"
"Can you continue the sea Song dynasty radical ? The songs I heard earlier were matter to, as Dad had a connection."
"Yes, no problem, first is a ballad by The jolly boat Rogers it's called ‘ Wicked'
"I sailed on the Charles II a fair privateer,
And our pay it was calendar week overdue ... ..
... ... captain Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a nice song, not a nice story what with ravishment and anguish, but good."
"What's future,"Jenny asks,
"One from you, please."
"As I said, I can't sing, I can't play, and I don't know any poetry."
"Right, here begins your first vocalizing lesson, Do you know ‘ betimes one Morning ’,"“ No."
"Ok, I'll sing a line, we repeat the Saame line, and you sing the line."
"I don't know."
"Sing a melodic phrase from Drunken crewman ; it will give way me a confidential information as to what key you are comfy in."
In a very delicate voice the first line comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my comfort geographical zone in the bass voice register.
"Start again, and I'll join you. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a sottish sailor, what shall we do with a sottish navy man early in the morning."
"That's secure, try again with a bit more welly ! What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken navy man, what shall we do with a sottish sailor early in the morning."
"goodness, again, and carry on and add the wey-hays. What shall we do with a bibulous Panama, what shall we do with a sottish crewman, what shall we do with a boozy leghorn 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 sottish sailor, what shall we do with a drunken boater, 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.
What shall we do with a bibulous straw hat, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor 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 break of day. At the end of this William Le Baron Jenny is smiling from ear to ear, suddenly mindful that she could spill the beans we elevate our glasses to each former and repeat the exercise again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty good to me, anyone can sing, it just takes a piffling practice and a mates of friends who will gift an honest opinion of what you sound like. Anyway for a complete change of discipline, we do postulate to get the sleeping bags and duvet sorted, and then we find another song or have a brewage and go to sleep. Do you catch some Z's on your left or right position and do you choose your font or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my the right way side, back to the windowpane, that's tricky here with Windows on all four sides.
"If you sleep that side you'll be facing the awning, with the blind and curtains, there won't be a lot of light getting in. Can you motivate off the sleeping dish so I can get at them please ?"I unzip the two sleeping purse from each other, and zip them up as singles. 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 Nox it will cause minimum fray to the other, in the middle draw of the unit by the press are a brace of wind up torches that we won at a ceilidh a few eld before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to find a transposition for the chief lights."Do you want to try some more singing or have a cup of tea and log Z's ?"
"You know when Ken and Sue said I couldn't be dependable than with you, I didn't really consider them, but I am beginning to think you are as in effect as they said."
"I am no saint, but I try to populate 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 sleep, it has been a foresighted and nerve-wracking 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 with a fairly furry mouth tomorrow, and some tea now might help."I have another rummage in the middle hooking and then hand Jenny a new toothbrush,"this might serve stay fresh you feeling de-furred ”, I put the kettle on and go to the press to get one of my t-shirts to use as a nightshirt,"a white Faversham hop festival t-shirt is on top and I pass it across."Will this do to log Z's in ?"Jenny holds it in piazza in forepart of her, it covers all that needs to be covered but not a lot to a greater extent, and I've seen shorter skirts coming out of the clubs in the town centre, she looks at me and smiling,"what do you think of it ?"
"I don't believe I should give an reliable opinion because if I did you hear one heck of a clank as my halo fell off, and that would ruin my reputation as a nice guy. There must be a lot of young men out there would have it away to be in here instead of me, and I don't think you would be very safe with any of ... No I forgot your T.A. training, they might not be very rubber,"At this Jenny starts to titter,
"I was never in the T.A. I only said it to see what your reaction would be, any sign of aggression and I would possess been out of here and down the townsfolk like a shot. Your comical reply was hone for the occasion."The boiler starts to whistle so I turn the gas off and pretend a pot of tea,
"One dinero, 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 intoxicate up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not good for the figure after 8pm."
I have a duo of digestives and bring out a custard ointment and snaffle that for afters, as I had seen Jenny stop 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 bathroom and get ready for bed, when you are in and ready tap on the window and I'll seminal fluid in for my turn, after a few pages there are half a 12 raps from inside the van, I get up and grow off the kindle, the awning light and after knocking once on the door, go inside. William Le Baron Jenny is in bed, lying on her back she lifts her head and says ;"it's all yours, thank you."In the bathroom, I have a strip wash, dry myself, and uncontaminating 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 certain the jazz up blowlamp is where I can find it turn over up and pull in the cord to flex off the light.
"Just a moment please,"says jenny, I switch the lightness back on and she leans over and gives me a peck on the face,"thanks for being here and helping me so much, night night."
"Night night,"I reply and turn the Light out.



Chapter Two
corporate trust

I lie on my back and rewind over the day, thinking of what I should have said if I could think a lot quicker. Ah the soil of what if ... I turn over onto my remaining side, with my back to Jenny, I can smack her and it relaxes me. It has been a spell since I've had any female person company in my sleeping room and the presence of another body lends a feeling of security department as it banishes any desolation still hiding in the nooks and crack of this pitiful old brain of mine. I am fully mindful there is zippo sexual in the way I am feeling, it is an almost tribal touch of belonging again, character of the group individuality, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and dusty tracks of self analysis, why can't I just go with the flow.
I awake slowly to the sound of soft cry, it isn't me, so it must be jenny ass, lying still for a minute or so I listen, then turning over as if in my sopor and keeping my left-hand arm under the duvet allow it to add up to rest over William Le Baron Jenny's waist outside her sleeping bag, her crying reduces to a whimpering sniffling sound but doesn't stop, she must be awaken and piteous, what should I do and also what will she do ? A while later, it could experience been two minutes it might ingest been ten, as I was drifting off again, I felt her motility and a few seconds later her arm was holding mine close to her, and I felt her hand feeling 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 word'thanks'came into my nous, and then I was away with the faeries. The succeeding prison term 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 Jenny's shank and we still had our fingers interlaced, despite the easy of motility Jenny also woke,"morning, what's up ?
"Sorry to disturb you but I have to have a tiddle, otherwise things are going to get a bit weaken around here."
I don't bother with the wind up flannel mullein, there is enough lighter to see my way to the lav without kneeling on Jenny's legs and as I open the bathroom door, a lot of scant comes in so it must be well after half five, once I have finished and dried the old man I open the windowpane a trivial bit and crack the weather. Well soften cloud, not raining and comic strip of sunlight are coming between the tree diagram to the Orient of us, getting on for six or fourth part past, I think to myself and begin to wonder how I can gauge accurately when I haven't worn a watch except for senior high school Day since I stopped punching the factory clock as a pay slave eight long time ago. I close the windowpane to volcano 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 last night I really was feeling low, yesterday lunchtime I was looking forward to a weekend away with my boyfriend, and it all went awry, why can't something go right on for me ? I'm 20 five and never had a weekend away with a bloke I'm not ugly or smelly, am I ? Why can't I find a right swain and keep him for a patch ?
"That's an awful lot of questions for this early in the morning ; do you envision getting up having a tea and then talking, or coming here and let me concur you for another hour or two ? She looks at me as though I had a screw propeller loose, then grinning and says,
"You come back down where you were and withstand me."I finish my interrupted trip into my bag and turn over to check her, I am surprised to observe 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 tone sooo nice, it makes me think of times past, just holding in friendship, us against the world -well our little bit of it.

When I was in my later teens I always seemed to be taking the part of excited advisor to any one of half a dozen 13 to 15 twelvemonth old little girl, who shared a hobby with my brother and me, by their reckoning I was old enough to love, but too old to be matter to in them as girl, so I was trusted with a lot of hooey that they couldn't or wouldn't tell their parents.

Now I had the Same trusted tactual sensation, this could become addictive. My middle are very heavy again ; this is so unlike me as I am normally up with the lark, time for another trip away with the faery ... ..

... .The fairy have abandoned me in a Nice warm haven, my bridge player is now on bare skin, I don't think I put it there, so I gently stroke her tum 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 questions in the morning, do you spend all Night thinking them up ?"
"Why do you suffice a question with a question ?"
"It's a defence mechanics, it gives me time to try and take a shit sensation of a nonsense motion. I don't think I am being honorable to you in particular proposition ; I may be being good to soul who deserves it. So to answer your question with yet another, how do you define ‘ being respectable'in your situation ? And how do you work out what you deserve ? Finally, are you ready for a brew and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


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