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This is a fabrication write up, not fantasy and while there is a lot of Passion and some very titillating action in later parts and in script two if you are looking for raw action then I am sorry but this is n't the volume for you.


Chapter One
get together


It's Friday 29th of Apr, 4pm and I've just driven into fort Pitt Grammar school day in Rochester. It is a grey and chilly good afternoon as I drive through the car park and onto the mutant field, a short thrust along the right bridge player side of the field to halfway along the fence beside the tennis courts, this where I pull up and park the caravan analog with the fence to join with other camping bus etc. performing at the expanse festival. I have been coming to traverse for over 20 years but this is the first base since I lost my wife. This twelvemonth I'm not performing - a side we both danced with finish year has put me on their persuasiveness for the weekend - so I can just slack and catch up with word and chin-wag from champion in early English that I've not seen since the Tenterden common people weekend finish October.
kickoff things first though, wind the corner steadies down and level the two position caravan and crack a can of Old Speckled Hen before I get the awning up, hopefully before the darkening clouds drop the rain that is forecast for over night and ahead of time morning, not as well-fixed single handed and I definitely feel the motive for a few orang-utan cistron as my sleeve seem to be a good foot too short to bind up the framework and grab the next pole that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, next is to dress the two solar panels 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 toilet tank- it's a bit of a trek round to the other side of the site and a reasonable weighting to hale back but I haven't used the car to dislodge water before and hopefully I'm not going to come out for a few years yet. Ye gods though, it seems twice as far this twelvemonth, I wish I'd used my pufferfish 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 fill the kettle for a brew, While the kettledrum is heating I make the bed up, I don't fancy trying to sleep on either of the single size beds at the English of the van, knowing my luck I'll probably fall out, so make up the good width bed as we usually did, it's about six foot three square ; piles of room to disperse out in, bloody lonely though, ‘ snap out of it'I tell myself, ‘ that way leads to more grass and Great Depression ’.
I connect my MP3 histrion into the van sound system and listen to Amazing Blondel's"England ”, a most slack LP/CD to listen to. I had the LP from the seventies and bought the re-mastered CD from the artists when they were at"family line off the pier"at Cromer. To further facilitate my way into the weekend the kettledrum starts to whistle as"waterscape"begins and the first driblet of rain patters onto the sunshade, oh well, two out of three isn't too bad. Sitting in the sunblind with a goodly large mug of steaming Yorkshire tea, I think back over the last 20 three yr, here for all but one or two end run, I have danced, played, or drummed for six, no seven incline, I prefer border and molly and am not so lament on northwest, this means that whilst I may well only know XXX or forty multitude's names I am on nodding terms with a hundred or more than, that's the variety of ship's company I will take account this week-end, and there should be a sing-around or receptive awning somewhere on the playing area every evening.
The rain sounds as though it's getting heavier so I glance up from my Kindle to check and see someone walking slowly along the row of vans and tents as though looking for someone or another. Female and in her twenties, dark hair's-breadth pulled back into a very long pony keister, not a great peck of make-up although not too easy to tell in the diminished light, this coupled with her dark wear makes accurate estimation unmanageable. She is about five understructure six or seven and melt off but with a figure, black myopic pelage tailored in to the waistline and flaring over her hips, pitch-black or naval forces pant, black shoes with a slight heel, office girl, writing table, estate agent ? 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 young man, he's bringing the camping stuff and we arranged to touch along here about an minute 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 phone so I can't liaison him to find out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my awning for a few minutes or so, I can peck up Essex and Kent traffic news on the tuner in the van so at to the lowest degree you can possess an estimation of when he is in all probability to get here ; I don't want to cause you any worry but if he's had a puncture that could add another half minute to his reaching time."I stop Blondel and tune the radio to ninety five point three FM. A few minutes later at twenty-five past five BBC Essex reports all pull in on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the bridge, around 15 minutes holdup and no reported delay in Kent.
"wellspring"I say"It doesn't smell like there are any traffic trouble, between here and ... where is he coming from, you didn't say ?"
"He's coming from Bishops Stortford where he collected the camping gear from my flat, and should give left about two o'clock ; he assumed an hour for the M11 and M25, twenty minutes for traffic over the bridge, and another forty for A2, M2, and Rochester and he should have arrived around four o'clock ”."I don't know what to do ; he should have all our encampment stuff and my dress for the weekend !"
"In your place I would want to find out if he has left or not, and if he has left, when he left. Another idea, since you were both coming here, either you or he is a member of one of the slope performing this week-end, it might be deserving searching them out to find out if they may have heard anything, so who are you with ?
"Dave dances with Billington clog, I, by the way am Jennifer, near 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 cognize names, I'm Frank, so shall we see if we can bump Billington, I assume they are on this side of the theatre of operations as that's where you were looking."
"Dave said they camped on the correctly hand side on the bound of the bailiwick, I suppose that depends on which way you're veneer but I assumed he was talking in terms of arriver which would be this slope of the field."
"OK, I have been coming to sweeps for nearly twenty years, I know a lot of sides, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and work our way down to the bottom essence, the side down there is usually Blackwater Morris, we danced with them for four or five years around the turn of the 100, I only have one brolly so we will trump part that as it's sounding a bit damp out there, although it always sounds surface-active agent under an awning than it actually is outside. Do you live the figure of any Billington people so at to the lowest degree we can be sociable ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"wickedness dreary Hyundai I10"she says as a dark car access, no, it's a piffling Honda. We walk towards the steps at the top end of the field, I can't see any Esther Morris kit at the camping bus van parked at the end so after knocking on the door, it is answered by a man in his Fifties or thereabouts holding a pint pewter tankard, and wearing a perfectly sawbuck jersey, I ask,"Hi, are you performing this week-end ?"
"No, not this class most of our lot think it costs too much in fuel to get here and back from Bedford and with May Day on Lord's Day they want to trip the light fantastic toe the sun up, and then do pub trip the light fantastic toe out locally, so though we are booked in we won't be dancing."
"Do you know what side of meat is parked following to you, or do you have any idea where Billington clog might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a hint 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 know where they are based ?"
"They practice Midweek evenings at a hotel in Bishops Stortford, that's just about all I know, not a lot of help am I ?"
"Never nous, we'll go and see if anyone is in next room access, if not we can ask at Grim, I know a few of them and a duad of them are very knowledgeable about E Anglian position ”. The pelting is now a steady gentle rain, not frigidness, but the breeze makes it feel chilly. There is no-one around the collapsible shelter, so we move down the phone line, a couple of Grim people are sipping beer and talking under a gazebo and they say it is a Cotswold slope next room access on the entrance side, the rest of Pretty Grim are down the township getting nutrient, so we continue on to the next collection of vanguard and collapsible shelter, these belong to ousel edge, Another face from Bedfordshire, it's their initiative meter here as a side, a few members have been here with other position but no-one has heard of Billington. We are nearly halfway down the kickoff incline of the field of operation, still looking for his car and looking behind us every time a car comes onto the line of business, the side by side couple of tents belong to Winstree century sabot, they are a long established side from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for years, most of their people are cheeseparing to Blackwater, again cypher knows of Billington and their roadman has a saltation program for the festival - this is just a scout to where sides might or might not be - it has been said that organising a dance schedule for Esther Hobart McQuigg Slack Morris sides is akin to herding computed tomography ! The saltation schedule doesn't list Billington.
"Thanks for your aid, 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.
"wellspring we are back at my van now let's go in for a bit of a think and a drink ”, I suggest. When we get back to the van we go inside the van to dry out and get warmed through.
"I don't like the way things are looking here, it seems very 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 cross to the other face of the orbit and find Hertfordshire Holly if they are camping this year ; they are from Ware and if I remember aright that's only ten miles from Stortford, Some-one must know something about them, If you can ascertain the kettle and piddle brew, the reparation are in there."I say, pointing to the closet over the cooker, be back in five minutes or so."
I continued walking down the theatre of operations towards Blackwater ; next to us are visitors from Holland just come to see the festival and then make a motion on somewhere else, past them are the sleep of Winstree and then it's Rising lark 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 position of the campsite opposite my van where the trees are growing down a engulf savings bank, asking at the first campervan with Light Within on whom they are and if they know of Billington patten ?"Sorry, I can't be of a lot supporter we're Moonshine, it's our first twelvemonth but know that the Witchmen are from the fairy-slipper motor-home to the quoin, and they are a Cotswold position over the road way, I don't know who is next to us down the area, it's a gentlewoman side with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A short wander to a group of musicians and a duad of questions confirm that they are indeed Hertfordshire Holly but no-one knows of Billington. That, so far as I am touch on, means that Billington doesn't exist, the only really interest question is why David told Jennifer all that poppycock about camping here for the week-end, as I wander back to the van by following the sport track round the field, I recognise a duet of Blackwater multitude, 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 glad 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 flat next to me, rang 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 route from there, she had assumed we had cancelled our trip here."On hearing this a possibility was forming in my head,"I don't want to pry but if Chrissie is in the flavourless next to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a categoric ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the short somewhat precipitous reply.
"Pure speculation, but do you live by yourself and if so has anyone else got a key to your flat"?
"Since you don't know where I live I can tell you that, I do bouncy solo, and Chrissie has my 2d spare key in case I lose mine or leave them at work, Dave has my other key ‘ cos all the camping material is mine and he was picking it up after workplace, why ?"
"I'm just a slight concerned at the way thing are starting to mold up, so do you have much in the way of high value clobber in your flat, stereo, telly, and jewellery and so on, and was Dave aware of their value and location"?
"I have a few thing that are worth a bit, my Dad's musical musical instrument, a brooch that belonged to my gran that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to upchuck slander without some sort of proof but I can't assist intellection that he might have planned to have you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your stuff ”. The colour drained from jenny ass's side and she looked like her ramification weren't too unwavering, she rested her handwriting on the edge of the tabular array and slumped down into a chair."Not my Dad's stuff, I couldn't bear losing any of that, it's all insured but that's not what subject, another silver transverse flute wouldn't be his ! !
"Look"I say,"If, note the if that is what individual planned, it is fairly easy to impale their guns, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the important items into her flat as soon as potential if she can, you could verbalize her through where they are mobile to mobile assuming of form that she has one. I hope your Dad didn't period of play grand piano or double bass, it might be a bit tricky for her."
"No there is zero enceinte, 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 pop battle cry as she said"Chrissie, I am ok but I need you to do me a Scheol of a big favor if you can and as quickly as possible, I think Dave got me down here so he can twitch my Dad's stuff while I am stuck here, if you use my supererogatory key I can manoeuvre you as to what needs rescuing. What ? Ok, I will ring again in three minutes, I don't know why but the more than I think about it the more I worry about how dependable the residuum of my things are, he was always asking about Dad's instruments and why I didn't play them and why I spent so much on wearing apparel, he never seemed to deliver any money and was always talking about his ‘ plenteous'girlfriend."
"right hand, while we are waiting to get back to Chrissie, did you puddle a brew ?"
"Yes, sorry I forgot about it after Chrissie rang"
"Don't vexation, I ‘ ll do it, milk and sugar ?"
"Yes please, Milk River, one lucre. Thanks for helping me I wouldn't have had a cue about any of this if you hadn't raised my intuition, Chrissie didn't have a salutary word to say about Dave but I put it down to a touch sensation of the little light-green giant, but as I said, thinking about it, it seems so obvious now."
"I'm not so sealed it is obvious, but I don't know him, and I still abide by ‘ innocent until ’, teas up ! cum inside, I'll put the smoke on to assist 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 feature 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 feel better for it,"
"Three minutes are up, I'm ringing Chrissie, she must have got home by now, I will put it on speaker."the phone is already in her hand and one tap of the screen and the phone moves to her ear, after a couple of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"steady young lady, grant me a fortune, I've just put my shopping on the table and grabbed your key."... There is a pause, a door windup, a few gradation ... key in another door and the audio of it opening,
"Right I'm in, your camping gearing is in the Asaph Hall, and the telly is in view, as is the shadow guitar on the wall."
"OK ! That's Dad's Fylde, go into my bedroom, another guitar by the bed,"
"Yes, a big one, light coloured, with a brightly coloured leather strap,"
"Great, that's Dads Takamine, sorry to be so paranoid but did you lock the front line door when you came in"
"No, I didn't I'll pop back and do it now .... All secure I put the concatenation on as well."
"right wing, now we can take our meter and make indisputable everything else is still there just in cause he has taken one bit and coming back for more later, on the dressing mesa should be a pitch-black jewellery box in the top of that is a gilded broach with greens, amber and clear stones."
"Yes, it's here, Wow, jenny ass that's beautiful, you won't vesture 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 next to check, from the way you're worrying would I be too far out saying I have a dame of substance living succeeding door"
"We will discuss that when I get back, back to the aliveness elbow room, in the sideboard type thing in the rightfield deal end open the door there should be an almost white oblong squeeze-box and a black octagonal one, in the left script incline, a dim flat box 30 five by dozen by three that's a fluting, and another squeeze-box with leather bellows and wooden ends."
"All present and correct, what happens now ?"
"Can you move all the musical instrumental role and the broach into your directly along with anything else you think of as Charles Frederick Worth thieving, and thank you for being such a large champion ?"
"No ! I won't take the chance, while they are in my two-dimensional I am guessing they won't be insured, I'll lock up, get a few things from mine and motion in to yours till you can get back. You really have tickled my curiosity, I know your Dad died a couple of years ago, just before you moved in to the pulley block, were all these instruments his, and refuse if you want to but what kind of value will I be babysitting for the weekend."
"This goes no further, Chrissie, right."
"Of course, Jenny, I'm just nosey, not a gossip."
"They were all papa, and are deserving about eight thousand pounds, add in the brooch and you can just about bivalent 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 trustfulness you're putting in me, I should palpate flattered but I am a bit worried about the time value of this lot."
"I hate to mob it on, but it's not the monetary value that's important it's all sentimental."
"That's enough of that, I'm hanging up to get organised for my move, I will depart my room access open so that I can pick up anyone in the hall, while I'm getting compact, I'll mob you when I'm back in."
In jenny ass's flat Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to time the move and keep jennet's flat secure, ‘ if I can get my radiocarpal joint 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 inches, putting her wrist joint through it seems to set aside a sightly bit of movement for her wrist and fingers, has she enough flexibility to fit and remove the mountain range, I have the key and if I get the chain on and can't get it off again, Jenny's stuff will be a lot safer once I've locked the door. Holding the door a ‘ too with her forget paw in the letter box the long reduce finger of her right handwriting lifts the chain end, using her pollex as a guide along the duration of the string expansion slot, her digit tips detect the opening for the end, it's very mingy causing quite a bit of discomfort, but with an extra pulling on the letter box, gains the space for the end to pop into the one-armed bandit.
Yeah ! That's part one done, she said to herself, getting her hand out was light once the chain slid along the expansion slot, pulling the doorway shut and making certainly the latch was home, finally after opening the door again to moderate the chain is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own straight to pack for the weekend. ‘ Don't need tea or coffee, study milk, cereal for tomorrow, dressing scrubs, change of clothes, toilet articles, war paint it doesn't seem like a lot, but it's only all-night, I must get my earphone charger, don't want it going flat overnight. This'll do, both sets of Key and I'm make to go.'
Putting the key in the door it opens to the string boundary, just popping the chain off and I'm done, She slips her wrist through and then thinks, I wonder what the police force would say if they just happened to pop in for a chat, by the time the opinion was finished her finger's breadth had found the end of the chain and slipped it out of the channel. All done and with a sigh of succour she pulls the key from the door, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the mound of camping gear she slips the chain back into place.

Back in Rochester William Le Baron Jenny is nearly climbing the paries"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"Come on jenny, give her a chance, could you rearrange your weekend, tamp a bag, secure your own billet, move in, unpack, get the boiler on and ring back in less than 15 minutes ?"
"I suppose you're right, but it doesn't stop me worrying about how thing are going."
"Once she has rung you back, and you know everything's safe and secure, I will sort out some nutrient for us, it won't be posh but it will be ardent 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 decent to fill us both up but Sir Tim Rice or pasta will bulk it up. Next is to find the wok under the cooker, on my knees head down and tush upwards, I get it out, sprain the gas ring on low and tip the curry in.
"Would you prefer rice or pasta ?
"Pasta please"I'm in the heart of filling a saucepan for the pasta, when her phone goes, Beautiful South ringtone I think, remembering CDs my kid had in the past.
"Hi, Chrissie how did you get on, Is everything ok ?
"Yes, all sorted, I locked and chained your door on the way out, unlocked and unchained the room access to get in with my stuff."
"Great, could you do one more thing for me tomorrow ?"
"Yes, if I can I will, you should roll in the hay that by now.
"Thanks, Could you call the locksmith on Oak Lane, get him to come out and change the lock and leave 3 tonality with you, my council tax money is with the bill under the flute box, pay him from that if you can get a hard cash discount, if not tell him to invoice me and I'll square off up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a job, any particular variety of ignition lock, or colouring material or budget."
"No, high security is the solitary requirement, I have to go now it smells like dinner party is ready, I will ring you tomorrow afternoon, to establish you an update on what's happening. Thanks again, Chrissie."
"Bye Jenny,"
"As you said, Jenny, solid food is just about cook, I know it's supposed to be white vino with chicken, but it's curried and so you have a choice of red out of a box or beer, what will you be having ?"
"A drop of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to feel the heat for hours.
"No, it's quite mild really, I make my own curry library paste in majority and then use half of what the particular recipe I'm using call option for, I divvy up the curry and recite Jenny to adopt pasta to taste. Do you require to stay here in the warm and eat off your lap or incite out into the awning and use the table ?"
"I prefer to stay ardent and comfortable thanks."
I turn on the MP3 player and select random replay of the album on there. The Poozies come on first, dearest on a Farm Boys Wages, prissy harmonies on this and with a bit of go to the chorus. I reset the player to work all of that CD, and jenny ass asks who are they I give her their figure and excuse how they took it."When they first formed they practiced in a pub, and decided to give thanks the landlord by using the pub name but as the pub was the Nancy Poozy, the Nancy was dropped and that's how they became The Poozies. To me it is a summer album, only because I first heard them at Cropredy ‘ 95, that whole weekend was quick 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 settlement in Oxfordshire, north of Banbury, a Civil War fight was fought there in 1644. The ‘ what'is a music festival, up xl thousand people, from new born to ninety plus, basically recycled and reborn hippies ? It started out as an yearly reunion of the member of Fairport Convention at a small town celebrate 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 folk club intervals."
"So what sort of medicine 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 comedy himself, I used to wish some of Dad's careen music from the tardily sixties and into the seventies but the lonesome ones that I can really remember hearing was Focus, the Moody blueness, Yes, and Rick Wakeman, just about nitty-gritty up my melodious 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 other stuff would be nice."
"It's only a greatest hits type CD but it has ‘ yours is no disgrace'and others from that LP"
William Le Baron Jenny slips off to another situation while the medicine is playing, it's a few old age since I played the CD from end to end, and after a couple of tracks I'm back to post energy crisis Britain circa1976, working in a factory, having my ears bashed by simple machine noise during the day and medicine at"naturalistic"story under a big dyad of headphones at other times, ( all headphones were big in those days ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered classic Guitar, flamenco Guitar, John Roger Williams and Flavius Claudius Julianus Bream, Paco Penja and phratry rock, an altogether tranquil tantrum. By the time the music had got towards the end of Starship Trooper, the washing up is all done and put away, I look at jenny, she is definitely moved by some memory or another, she isn't war cry but she's not far from it, very wet eyes, a touch of a shake to the lips. Do I disturb her or not, heck, I've never been good with handling my own emotions let alone others, no leave her to it, ‘ near to keep unity mouth shut and be thought an idiot than to open it and prove it'as the old phrase goes seems to fit advantageously, her ice is abandon, I poor a couple of inches into it and top my own up, as I hold it out to her she sees it, takes with a bit of a grin and a muted ‘ thanks ’.
"Cheers"I say, in salute,"I would like to bid a centime for them, but I think they were much more important than that, the music and the computer storage it provokes does get to you doesn't it, despite what you said earlier, that is good, it means you're still with the remainder us in the bread and butter, breathing, mental confusion that is called society."“ However that is plenty of the toilsome philosophic hooey for now, I was intending to take my stuff and nonsense down to the ass centre, and see if Blackwater Morris has a sing-around going on or about to initiate, 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 good at anything, it's about having the confidence to have got a go or to just join in with the chorus and listening to what others have to wreak, and most call have a story if you listen for it. hail on it will do you good, I can practically guarantee no-one will trouble you by playing or singing Yes or Wakeman."
"OK, thanks"
"Now you have to work,"I say with a smile, if you can take two chairman and the wine, I'll bring official document, music and songbook and our glasses. posterior 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 mo once I'm organised."
"While I am waiting, where are the toilet around here ?"
"You just passed it, it's in there, Twist the large disk on the left to empty it, and then push it down to pump in bowl dry cleaner, lavatory roll is to the right wing under a screen, hand basin comes down after swivelling the catch on the right field, the light if you want it is upright on the right, flip-flop to the bottom, ok with that ?
"Yeah, I hope so."
I drag my guitar and box out from under the bed, take them into the sunshade, take hold of a sweatshirt from the wardrobe, and wrench off the heater, ledger are in the top draw and a bag is taken out of the middle draw, all the books go in there with the wine chicken feed either side of meat, I take the vesica out of the box of wine and that fits in as well. Jenny comes out of the potty,"That's a handy bit of kit, I've never used one before, better than trying to hide behind a tent or tree"she says with a bit of an embarrassed giggle."My turn now then we can go."Less than a minute later and we load up to go, jennet has the two professorship, I take the rest. There is no change in the rain, still coldness and miserable, maybe thing will lighten up when we get inside, we arrive at a large 4 berth caravan with sunblind, and there are half a dozen inside,"Knock rap, permission to enter please."
"Hi Frank, come in, fate of quad available."
"Thanks Ken, where's your other half."
While we are opening the chairs and getting the instruments out of the way, the conversation continues.
"Sue is inside just finishing putting away the dinner party washing up, we're both sorry about Linda, we didn't hear until too late to come,"
"Don't vexation ; I expect to listen that a lot of times this week-end."
"So, who is your friend then,"asks Ken.
"She isn't a friend, no, that came out incorrectly. What I meant was a couple of hours ago we had only just met, her epithet is Jennifer, answers to jenny, and she is as near to a waif or stray that you will see this week-end. jennet, running daily round from Ken he is the bagman, next is Harry and his married woman Valery known as Val, next is a new face to me ..."
"That's Kath, plays accordion for us and dances when needed. To her right wing is her partner, Richard, he bangs a drum for us at the import, I don't know if Andy was with us when we last met, he's the child of the side, just turned twenty, he is a social dancer, a bit promptly but has the eye for movement, and his girlfriend Lisa, she ‘ s not involved at the second, but who can tell."Ken says with a flash in her direction.
"Would either of you like a drink,"asks Sue,"we have red and white vino, some of cognizance fortified home brewage, or a few assorted beers."
"We are ok for a bit thanks, provided the bag didn't split up coming down here"I say as I take the wine box bladder from the packsack,"it is undamaged, I pour a glass each for Jenny and me."We didn't have the quad to add the box as well so if anyone fancies a drop, its Tesco's finest lenient French people red."
Sue settles herself in the corner next to Ken,"So what's the tarradiddle with you and this young lady, you are nearly old decent to be her Grandpa ! ?"
"Cheeky, I'm not as old as you think I look,"says I,"Jenny has been sent down here by her boyfriend, a member of Billington clog, he was to piece up the camping geartrain from her flat after work and come down to connect 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 radio that there was no traffic problem between there and here we went for a base on balls along the line of business looking for Billington, I've never heard of them by the way, and couldn't find anyone else along this English who had. While Jenny brewed up I went across the field to Hertfordshire Holly, they are based in Ware only ten geographical mile from Stortford where Billington are supposed to drill and they had never heard of them.
While I was away jenny's neighbour rang to say she had seen him back home plate LE than half an hour before, and to cut a prospicient story shortsighted, she is moving into William Le Baron Jenny's place overnight to act as security because jenny ass gave him a key to get in to roll up the bivouacking appurtenance, and then Chrissie, the neighbour is getting the whorl changed tomorrow. Which leaves this poor lass down here without a berth till she can get home ?"
"Well"says Sue,"you couldn't have found a safer berth than with hotdog, we would trust him with anything, he will look after you ok, so what are you going to do tonight, with no equipment you can't indoor camp, I am pretty sure the ladies camping room is fully booked anyway."
"We will possess to use the caravan, I've got two sleeping bags and a king-sized continental quilt in there, the only tricky bit is getting prepare for bed. With the Light out and the blinds down you can't see a matter anyway, so one gets cook while the early is in the shower bath room doing dentition etc. then swap, sleeping bag each and with the duvet over the top we should be stack warm enough."
"I'll be safe enough ; I've been in the T.A. for 6 days, and I wouldn't want to take me on !"
"Ah, the gloriole of our armed forces, threatening poor clean-handed peacefulness loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chuckles and it seems as though no more than interrogative 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 striation this week-end, Alan is coming down for the day Sunday but has to exploit Saturday, he is with the ambulance inspection and repair, 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 ram down again on Sunday. There isn't a lot happening with other local sides, we all want Thomas More penis but all that seems to be happening is to a greater extent multitude are dancing with more than one side, doing border or molly on Saturday and Cotswold on Lord's Day. Further afield I was told that Ely boundary line have had a bit of an rude war, accusations and inexactitude flying about front, left and centre, a dyad of them are with Green flying lizard tomorrow, and Littlebury seem to have snaffled the rest.
"Do you have any program for dancing or playing in the future tense, I know its ahead of time mean solar day 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 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 oral sex, so will you come in back to us when you feel up to it."
"I'm flattered that you think I'm still adequate to of dancing, from the way I was huffing and puffing when I hauled the water back I am beginning to think I'm past it now."
"You didn't pull your urine round of golf by hand again, terminal twelvemonth we told you to listen to yourself and to, quote, work smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't cost ten pence of Rudolf Diesel to drive cycle and back, if you can haul that lot without having a heart fire you are more than fit enough to keep up with us."
"It's not keeping up with you, you fat sodomise ; it's keeping up with that Lester Willis Young ‘ un that going to cause a problem."I said with a big grin, Ken couldn't have been half a Oliver Stone gravid 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 surprise me that Ken would be the first to ask, now should I reward him for his bravery for asking world-class or punish him for his insensitivity.
"The question is should I reward you for your courage for asking first or penalise you for your insensitivity. As my kids know I don't go in for a lot of punishment, confidential information by example is easier than punishment in my book, so you won't get a unbent 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 break trying to make me think of the past tense and get back to here and now. Any requests that do not involve hard liquor, anatomical impossibleness, or me singing ?"
"I want to see you sing, what have you to offer for my entertainment ?"Said jenny, looking me in the eye with a bit of a smile on the second half of the question, no, it's the vino boot in it couldn't have been any manikin of flirtation, could it ?
At this point Richard leaves the awning to comments about the height of the nettles and other gossip about ‘ taking away the pain but leave the swelling ’.
"He'll be back in a minute, just checking on the children in the wagon train, I checked just before you arrived, we have this monitor gimmick, range of mountains of thirty metres, but we both like to get turns to check."convening dictates that the horde starts us off and direct proceedings, so it's up to Ken to depart us off,"what's it to be, sea songs and shanties first metre cycle as usual, then another theme next time round ?"
"Yes that's normal,"Says Ken as he launches straight into ‘ Dixie Commonwealth of Australia'he has the representative for this one, it needs a bit of power to serve annul the chorus.
Why is it every song he knows lasts less than two minutes, he probably wrote pop vocal in the sixties, to the highest degree of them struggled to last three proceedings ? At this point Richard returns."All restrained"he whispered to Kath.
Next to Ken is Sue, I expect her to pass, but if she does she will have to sing next clock time and she may not make a relevant call. To my surprise she starts to sing ‘ The Leaving of Liverpool'that's a new one for her since Tenterden, it's a long one, going on to six minutes at an middling speed. Harry gets to go next, and sticks with ‘ Drunken sailor ’, a few verse line will be added that don't appear in the shanty books, some may bring a bit of coloration to an innocent cheeks, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's wrick side by side and she plays Portsmouth on her melodeon, giving it the Barney Oldfield discussion, bigger chords, and faster as it trips along, the rest of us starts drumming on the tabular array to encourage her along. This provokes a few warm grabs for glassful as the mesa relocation in time with the medicine, much more fun than sitting around in the van."I can't compete with that, I pass"says Kath.
"That means you have to sing one next time round no issue what report is selected"
"If it gets round to me again, it's getting on for 9-30 now, I'm going to retard on the fry and get to bed myself at ten o clock."
"I only bang a metal drum"says Richard, what sort of matter are you expecting from me ?
"Its sing, say or play, sing a Song, say a bit of poetry or tell a write up, or wager a tune."Ken replies."This is their for the first time camp out with a Morris side, they've never been to a sing-around or capable mic dark before, and to me it seems foreign that forward-looking adult could stimulate led such a shelter existence."
"The sole bit of poetry I know is something I learnt at shoal thirty years ago."
"That'll do"we say practically in unison.
With a bit of a falter in his articulation be Begin ;


Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
row home to haven in cheery Promised Land,
with a cargo of ivory, and apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedar tree Natalie Wood, and sweet clean wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the band,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds, Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon bark, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
butting through the Channel in the mad Master of Architecture days,
with a cargo of Tyne ember, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and tatty tin trays.

"Hands up those that learned that as a endorsement year at lowly school"says Ken.
Only Jenny, Andy and Lisa fail to raise a hand.
"Hands up those that still call back the generator and title"
I remember it was by John Masefield, but don't think of the rubric, only two script stay up ; Richards and Kens."Hurrah for secondary modern font education, pity we scrapped it over 30 years ago."Said Ken,"cargo's by John Masefield for those who want to know, and here ends the last lesson for today. It's round to your turn Andy."
Andy goes straight into a The Islands by Ralph Mc Tell, a great call about The Braer oil tanker disaster in the Shetland sheepdog in, I think, 1993. That gets him a daily round of hand clapping ; he has a good voice and a lot of confidence.
Lisa, apparently aware that she was next leant over and pulled a wooden whistle, and plays what I take to be Irish jigs, quite fast and well worth listening to and then without me really hearing the changeover it slows down to the Skye sauceboat vocal. There is applause all round for that, and after Ken winked at me he posed the wait interrogative sentence,"who is succeeding ? jenny ass, it's your turn to do one ”.
"No way, I don't have the ability or repertoire to do anything, I pass in the cowardly knowledge that I also won't be here when it comes round again."
"All right I'll do one"I say"but beginning I have to irrigate the nettles and hope that some kindly mortal will refill our glasses in my absence."More nettle gossip tail me out the awning.
"Ok rule Service has been restored, thanks whoever did the wine-colored,"Jenny nods to me,"Time for another Fairport association, and in treaty with the sea paper I will do ‘ accolade and Praise ’, the guitar music is a bit tricky but I'll free rein something near."It only takes a few second get my guitar out of its case and I return to behind my tooshie as I find it a lot easier to play standing, and breathing for singing is also a lot gentle, sitting down I just can't get plenty air in."I suppose we have to hold back while you tune up now,"said Kath,
"No, Once it is in tune it stays there, I might give birth to retune two or three clock time after fitting new cosmic string, especially as I use extra light-colored strings, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a hunky-dory summertime break of the day we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled eminent with the hoarded wealth of the sea,
So that they could be transported by men such as we,
To homeland and for queen. Etc ... ... ....
I like this song, well, I like all the songs and music I play, wasted sweat to play stuff and nonsense you don't like. I finish the strain without too many mistakes, 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 liquor. So on that bank note, it must be close to knocking off time as Kath and Richard are getting their hooey together, we ought to piss 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 ice, passing mine to me to end up off, that done I passed it back. There was about half a ice of wine left in the bladder,"Ken, you can fetch up this off, ok ? See you tomorrow, kip tight and all that."
It is still drizzling quite steadily so we walk smartly up the battlefield back to my van, unzipping the sunblind, I usher Jenny in start and follow inside, I put the guitar on the table and fumble my way across to the van door so I can shift on the awning illumination, 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 professorship up, get off Jenny in and follow her with my guitar,"we don't have a lot of space, could you get on the bed for a mo, while I put these away and find the duvet ”. jenny ass slips her place off and crawls 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 memory board cabinet is a bit of a scrap but it finally comes out. I then lift out and lifting my guitar from the bed, slue it under the bed to the front of the van leaving quad for the melodeon behind it but far enough under to be prophylactic from getting kicked.
"Do you fancy 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 medicine, if it isn't too later for you."
"It isn't too previous for me, we will all be up later tomorrow night, they are dancing most of tomorrow and so Friday night isn't normally a later night. Above your head in the middle cupboard there are a couple of wine-coloured boxes, take up your plectrum, I will sort the medicine"
"I was hoping you might sing a few Sir 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 luck with the wine yet,"she passes the box to me to open,"I'll undefended it shall I"I say with a smiling and a lifted eyebrow. I don't like opening these boxes either but say nothing, once open I get the two Methedrine we used earlier and lifting them to the Light Within I note which one has a tincture of lipstick or lip rubric, just a pinkish trace, but enough for her to identify her former looking glass. They are large ice, so I only three quarter fill them, putting hers on the fridge unit, to her right, I drop to my knees and putting my glass on the unit near the attack, 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 fervour down a bit, the temperature won't drib but won't ascent as quickly.
"You requested a song, so what sort of Song dynasty would you like to hear ?"
"Can you continue the sea songs theme ? The songs I heard earlier were interesting, as Dad had a connection."
"Yes, no job, first is a lay by The jolly Rogers it's called ‘ Wicked'
"I sailed on the Charles a fair privateersman,
And our pay it was weeks overdue ... ..
... ... Captain Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a skillful Sung dynasty, not a nice tarradiddle what with rape and torture, but good."
"What's next,"Jenny asks,
"One from you, please."
"As I said, I can't sing, I can't play, and I don't know any poetry."
"right field, here begins your first tattle lesson, Do you know ‘ former one break of the day ’,"“ No."
"Ok, I'll sing a stock, we repeat the Same line, and you sing the line."
"I don't know."
"Sing a communication channel from Drunken navy man ; it will turn over me a hint as to what key you are comfy in."
In a very flabby voice the start argumentation comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my comfort zone in the bass register.
"Start again, and I'll union you. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a boozy sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."
"That's dependable, try again with a bit more welly ! What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a bibulous skimmer, what shall we do with a drunken skimmer 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 straw hat, 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 Trotskyist, with a bit more book. What shall we do with a drunken Panama hat, what shall we do with a drunken sailor boy, What shall we do with a boozy crewman early in the good 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 sottish Panama hat, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken skimmer 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 dayspring. At the end of this Jenny is smiling from ear to ear, suddenly mindful that she could babble out we raise our trash to each other and retell the exercising again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty good to me, anyone can let the cat out of the bag, it just takes a little practice and a span of friends who will give an good opinion of what you sound like. Anyway for a complete change of depicted object, we do need to get the sleeping bags and duvet sorted, and then we find another Sung or have a brew and go to catch some Z's. Do you sleep on your left or right side and do you choose your face or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my right English, back to the window, that's tricky here with window on all four sides.
"If you sleep that incline you'll be facing the sunblind, with the blind and curtains, there won't be a lot of light getting in. Can you run off the quiescence bags so I can get at them please ?"I unzip the two sleeping bags from each other, and zip them up as singles. Arranged so that the zippo are away from the core of the bed with the duvet on top so that if either of us need to get up during the Nox it will cause lower limit disturbance to the other, in the middle haul of the unit by the wardrobe are a couple of lead up torch that we won at a ceilidh a few yr before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to come up a switch for the briny ignitor."Do you want to try some more singing or have a cup of tea and sleep ?"
"You know when Ken and Sue said I couldn't be safe than with you, I didn't really conceive them, but I am beginning to think you are as sound as they said."
"I am no nonsuch, but I try to live as people say I do, if that makes any sense."” So, are we having a brewage and sleeping, or staying up for a bit longer ?"
"I think that I would prefer to log Z's, it has been a long and stressful 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 midway draw and then handwriting Jenny a new toothbrush,"this might help keep 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 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 front line of her, it covers all that needs to be covered but not a lot Thomas More, and I've seen myopic wench coming out of the clubs in the town centre, she looks at me and grin,"what do you think of it ?"
"I don't believe I should kick in an good feeling because if I did you hear one heck of a clang as my halo fell off, and that would ruin my repute as a Nice guy. There must be a lot of unseasoned men out there would love 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 safe,"At this jenny ass starts to giggle,
"I was never in the T.A. I only said it to see what your response would be, any sign of the zodiac of hostility and I would have been out of here and down the town like a barb. Your comic response was perfect for the occasion."The kettle starts to whistle so I turn the gas off and construct a pot of tea,
"One boodle, would you like it milky or rule,"
"Milky please, so that it goes straight down, thanks."I make mine the Saame,
"Would you like a cookie to go with this, I'm having a couple to hook up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not honorable for the figure after 8pm."
I have a distich of digestives and uncover a custard cream and snaffle that for dessert, as I had seen Jenny cease 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 lavatory and get set up for bed, when you are in and prepare tap on the window and I'll seminal fluid in for my bout, after a few page there are half a dozen raps from inside the van, I get up and turn off the kindle, the awning lighting and after knocking once on the door, go inside. jenny is in bed, lying on her back she lifts her point and says ;"it's all yours, thank you."In the bathroom, I have a funnies wash, dry myself, and clean my teeth, putting my underpants back on and after switching off the Light Within, 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 indisputable the wind up common mullein is where I can find it reach up and pull the electric cord to wrick off the light.
"Just a here and now 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, Night night."
"Night nighttime,"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 induce said if I could think a lot quicker. Ah the land of what if ... I turn over onto my remaining side, with my back to William Le Baron Jenny, I can smell her and it relaxes me. It has been a while since I've had any distaff company in my bedroom and the presence of another body lends a tactile sensation of security as it banishes any desolation still hiding in the corner and crack of this poor old brain of mine. I am fully aware there is nothing intimate in the way I am feeling, it is an almost tribal feeling of belonging again, part of the radical personal identity, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and dusty tracks of self depth psychology, why can't I just go with the flow.
I awake slowly to the auditory sensation of mild crying, it isn't me, so it must be Jenny, lying still for a bit or so I listen, then turning over as if in my nap and keeping my go forth arm under the duvet allow it to do to roost over jenny ass's shank outside her sleeping bag, her crying reduces to a whimpering sniffling strait but doesn't full stop, she must be awake and scurvy, what should I do and also what will she do ? A while later, it could have got been two minutes it might have been ten, as I was drifting off again, I felt her move and a few secondment later her arm was holding mine close to her, and I felt her hand feeling for mine, when her search was successful her fingerbreadth 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 speech sound of the Word'thanks'came into my mind, and then I was away with the fairyland. The next clock time I awoke it was probably around six a.m. first light was trying to form its way into the van and I needed the john, my arm was still around William Le Baron Jenny's waist and we still had our finger interlaced, despite the gentlest of crusade Jenny also woke,"morning, what's up ?
"Sorry to disturb you but I have to throw a tiddle, otherwise affair are going to get a bit damp around here."
I don't bother with the wind up torch, there is adequate light to see my way to the toilet without kneeling on Jenny's legs and as I open the bathroom threshold, a lot of light comes in so it must be well after half five, once I have finished and dried the old man I open the window a small bit and ensure the weather. wellspring fracture cloud, not raining and flight strip of sun are coming between the trees to the eastward of us, getting on for six or quarter past, I think to myself and begin to wonder how I can count on accurately when I haven't worn a sentry except for high Day since I stopped punching the factory clock as a wage slave eight years ago. I close the window to vent and go back towards the bed, as I crawl across and worm my way half way back into my sleeping bag I ask her how she is feeling.
"An awed 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 beau, and it all went wrong, why can't something go right for me ? I'm twenty five and never had a weekend away with a bloke I'm not ugly or smelly, am I ? Why can't I find a seemly boyfriend and keep him for a while ?
"That's an abominable lot of head for this too soon in the dawning ; do you fancy getting up having a tea and then talking, or coming here and let me hold you for another hour or two ? She looks at me as though I had a screw loose, then smiles and says,
"You come back down where you were and hold me."I finish my interrupted trip-up into my bag and turn over to halt her, I am surprised to find she has unzipped her bag halfway and has it rolled behind her so that I am holding her through a tee shirt, not through the sleeping bag ; again her fingerbreadth intertwine with mine, this flavor sooo nice, it makes me call back of times past tense, just holding in friendly relationship, us against the world -well our piddling bit of it.

When I was in my late teens I always seemed to be taking the voice of emotional advisor to any one of half a 12 13 to 15 year old miss, who shared a Falco subbuteo with my brother and me, by their reckoning I was old enough to do it, but too old to be occupy in them as lady friend, so I was trusted with a lot of stuff that they couldn't or wouldn't tell their parents.

Now I had the Lapp trusted look, this could become habit-forming. My eyes are very heavy again ; this is so unlike me as I am normally up with the meadowlark, clip for another misstep away with the faeries ... ..

... .The faeries have abandoned me in a nice warm seaport, my hand is now on bare pelt, I don't think I put it there, so I gently stroke her tummy and as I nuzzle in towards her neck she stirs and turns to confront me,"Why are you so good to me ?"
"Why are you so good of interrogative in the morning, do you spend all dark thinking them up ?"
"Why do you answer a question with a question ?"
"It's a defence mechanism, it gives me time to try and nominate mother wit of a bunk question. I don't think I am being good to you in finical ; I may be being good to someone who deserves it. So to answer your question with yet another, how do you define ‘ being beneficial'in your situation ? And how do you work out what you deserve ? Finally, are you ready for a brew and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


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