All characters are pretended, If a character name is used in connection with a English, it's just co-incidence if that given name belongs in that slope. Insofar as song lyric poem being included I don't know the legalities or etiquette involved, I have given the opening move few and last few line of descent if that is all that is needed or the song in full if the text needs it and credit to the writer in either character, traditional songs are treated the like but credited as Traditional.

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


Chapter One
get together


It's Fri 29th of April, 4pm and I've just driven into garrison Pitt Grammar School in Rochester. It is a grey and chilly afternoon as I drive through the car park and onto the sports field, a short driveway along the right hand side of the playing area to halfway along the fencing beside the tennis motor hotel, this where I pull up and park the caravan parallel with the fencing to join with early camper etc. performing at the Sweeps festival. I have been coming to drag for over 20 class but this is the maiden since I lost my wife. This year I'm not performing - a side we both danced with lastly yr has put me on their strength for the weekend - so I can just relax and entrance up with newsworthiness and rumourmonger from friends in other sides that I've not seen since the Tenterden phratry weekend last Oct.
First things first though, wind the corner steadies down and level the two berth 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 early morning, not as easily single handed and I definitely feel the indigence for a few orang-utan genes as my arms seem to be a soundly ft too forgetful to hold up the fabric and grab the future pole that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, succeeding is to arrange the two solar panels and get the electric connected up, the last chore is to get some water - Forty litres in the aqua curl and ten for the throne tank- it's a bit of a trek round to the other side of the web site and a fair weight to hale back but I haven't used the car to transfer water before and hopefully I'm not going to embark on for a few days yet. Ye immortal though, it seems twice as far this year, I wish I'd used my puffer before I left, on my reappearance to the caravan I connect the Aqua-roll and run the pump until the aroma of sterilising fluid dissipates then satiate the kettle for a brew, While the timpani is heating I make the bed up, I don't phantasy trying to sleep on either of the single sizing beds at the face of the van, knowing my circumstances I'll probably free fall out, so make up the wide breadth bed as we usually did, it's about six foot three square ; lots of way to scatter 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 sound scheme and mind 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 creative person when they were at"folk off the pier"at Cromer. To foster ease my way into the weekend the kettle starts to sing as"Seascape"Menachem Begin and the first drops of rain spiel onto the sunblind, 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 terminal 20 three years, here for all but one or two Sweeps, I have danced, played, or drummed for six, no seven side, I prefer mete and molly and am not so keen on nor'-west, this means that whilst I may well only know XXX or forty people's names I am on nodding damage with a hundred or more, that's the variety of fellowship I will treasure this week-end, and there should be a sing-around or open awning somewhere on the field of view every evening.
The rain sounds as though it's getting heavier so I glance up from my Kindle to correspond and see mortal walking slowly along the row of vans and tents as though looking for somebody or another. female and in her twenties, dark hairsbreadth pulled back into a very farseeing pony tail, not a great deal of composition although not too easy to tell in the diminished light source, this coupled with her dark clothing makes precise appraisal difficult. She is about five groundwork six or seven and slim but with a figure, black short coat tailored in to the waist and flaring over her rosehip, Joseph Black or navy pant, grim shoes with a slim dog, place girl, secretary, estate agent ? Nosey, singular or just trying to help oneself,"Do you need any helper ?"I ask and she jumps as though I poked her in the ribs.
"No thanks, I'm waiting for my boyfriend, he's bringing the camping poppycock and we arranged to encounter along here about an hr ago, assuming the traffic on the M11 & M25 was good or sometime later if it was bad. The job is he doesn't have a fluid headphone so I can't tangency him to determine out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my sunblind for a few instant or so, I can pick up Essex and Kent traffic news show on the radio in the van so at least you can have an melodic theme of when he is likely to get here ; I don't want to get you any worry but if he's had a puncture that could add another half hr to his arriver time."I stop Blondel and tune the radio set to ninety five point three FM. A few arcminute later at twenty-five past times five BBC Essex reports all straighten out on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the bridge, around 15 hour wait and no reported delays in Kent.
"wellspring"I say"It doesn't face like there are any traffic rough-and-tumble, between here and ... where is he coming from, you didn't say ?"
"He's coming from Bishops Stortford where he collected the camping geared wheel from my flat, and should experience left about two o'clock ; he assumed an hour for the M11 and M25, twenty minutes for traffic over the nosepiece, and another forty for A2, M2, and Rochester and he should feature arrived around four o'clock ”."I don't know what to do ; he should have all our camping stuff and my clothes for the weekend !"
"In your place I would want to obtain out if he has left or not, and if he has left, when he left. Another estimate, since you were both coming here, either you or he is a member of one of the incline performing this week-end, it might be Charles Frederick Worth searching them out to find out if they may have heard anything, so who are you with ?
"Dave dance with Billington Clog, I, by the way am Jennifer, most citizenry call me jenny ass, and Dave was hoping that a week-end away with them would get me involved as well ”.
"It's dependable to have sex names, I'm Frank, so shall we see if we can find oneself Billington, I assume they are on this slope of the field as that's where you were looking."
"Dave said they camped on the the right way script side on the border of the field, I suppose that depends on which way you're facing but I assumed he was talking in footing of arrival which would be this side of the field."
"OK, I have been coming to sweep up for nearly twenty years, I know a lot of side, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and work our way down to the freighter centre, the slope down there is usually Blackwater Morris, we danced with them for four or five years around the bout of the century, I only have one brolly so we will best part that as it's sounding a bit damp out there, although it always sounds wetter under an sunblind than it actually is outside. Do you know the names of any Billington people so at least we can be social ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"darkness downcast Hyundai I10"she says as a dark car approaches, no, it's a fiddling Honda. We walk towards the steps at the top end of the field, I can't see any Robert Morris kit at the camper van parked at the end so after knocking on the doorway, it is answered by a man in his mid-fifties or thereabouts holding a pint pewter tankard, and wearing a Dead horse t-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 Lord's Day 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 bonk what side is parked side by side to you, or do you have any idea where Billington clog might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a clue who is next to us, Pretty Grim are the early side of them both position 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 pattern Wednesday evenings at a hotel in Bishops Stortford, that's just about all I know, not a lot of assist am I ?"
"Never mind, we'll go and see if anyone is in next door, if not we can ask at Grim, I know a few of them and a couple of them are very knowledgeable about eastward Anglian sides ”. The rain is now a stiff gentle rainwater, not common cold, but the breeze makes it palpate chilly. There is no-one around the tent, so we move down the line of work, a couple of Grim people are sipping beer and talking under a gazebo and they say it is a Cotswold side next door on the incoming incline, the rest of Pretty Grim are down the town getting food, so we continue on to the adjacent solicitation of new wave and tent, these belong to merle edge, Another side from Bedfordshire, it's their first off time here as a side of meat, a few appendage have been here with other side but no-one has heard of Billington. We are nearly halfway down the first side of the field, still looking for his car and looking behind us every meter a car comes onto the field of battle, the next pair of tents belong to Winstree Hundred clog, they are a long established side from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for years, almost of their people are skinny to Blackwater, again nobody knows of Billington and their bagman has a terpsichore computer program for the festival - this is just a templet to where sides might or might not be - it has been said that organising a terpsichore schedule for Morris sides is kin to herding CT ! The saltation schedule doesn't list Billington.
"Thanks for your assist, I suppose that Billington are just coming down for a look around if they haven't been going long ”,
"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 matter are looking here, it seems very unknown that no-one has heard of them. I might well go for a wander down towards Blackwater and see who is between us and them and then cross to the former side of the field of battle and recover Hertfordshire Holly if they are camping this year ; they are from merchandise and if I remember aright that's only ten mil from Stortford, Some-one must have it off something about them, If you can look out the timpani and make brewage, the fixing are in there."I say, pointing to the cupboard over the cooker, be back in five second or so."
I continued walking down the field towards Blackwater ; side by side to us are visitor from Holland just come to see the festival and then move on somewhere else, past them are the residuum 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 side of the encampment opponent my van where the trees are growing down a steep bank, asking at the first campervan with light source on whom they are and if they know of Billington clog dancing ?"Sorry, I can't be of much help we're Moon, it's our first year but know that the Witchmen are from the Calypso bulbosa motor-home to the turning point, and they are a Cotswold side over the road way, I don't know who is next to us down the battleground, it's a Lady side with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A short wander to a group of musicians and a match of interrogative sentence confirm that they are indeed Hertfordshire Buddy Holly but no-one knows of Billington. That, so far as I am interested, means that Billington doesn't exist, the merely really worrying interrogation is why David told Jennifer all that stuff about camping here for the week-end, as I wander back to the caravan by following the athletics track round the field, I recognise a couple of Blackwater people, ease up them a waving 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 two-dimensional 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 tax shelter while she was getting her dinner from the Tesco's just over the road from there, she had assumed we had cancelled our tripper here."On hearing this a theory was forming in my mind,"I don't want to pry but if Chrissie is in the flat future to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a categorical ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the brusk somewhat abrupt reply.
"Pure supposition, 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 last solo, and Chrissie has my second give up key in case I lose mine or go away them at work, Dave has my other key ‘ cos all the camping hooey is mine and he was picking it up after work, why ?"
"I'm just a little concerned at the way affair are starting to shape up, so do you feature much in the way of luxuriously value stuff in your flat, stereo, telly, and jewellery and so on, and was Dave aware of their value and placement"?
"I have a few things that are worth a bit, my Dad's musical tool, a breastpin that belonged to my grandma that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to cast sprinkling without some sorting of trial impression but I can't assistance intellection that he might have planned to sustain you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your stuff ”. The colour drained from Jenny's grimace and she looked like her legs weren't too unbendable, she rested her hands on the edge of the table 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 matters, another silver champagne flute wouldn't be his ! !
"Look"I say,"If, note the if that is what someone planned, it is fairly easygoing to lace their guns, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the crucial items into her monotone as soon as possible if she can, you could blab out her through where they are mobile to mobile assuming of course that she has one. I hope your Dad didn't playing period grand forte-piano or threefold bass, it might be a bit crafty for her."
"No there is nothing heavy, a flute, two acoustic guitars, a melodeon and two concertinas."This was said while she was ringing Chrissie, it seemed to take an age before she spoke to Chrissie, and then I thought she was going to get going tears 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 twitch my Dad's stuff and nonsense while I am stuck here, if you use my spare key I can guide you as to what needs rescuing. What ? Ok, I will ring again in three minutes, I don't know why but the more I think about it the more I worry about how dependable the rest period of my things are, he was always asking about Dad's tool and why I didn't play them and why I spent so practically on wearing apparel, he never seemed to have any money and was always talking about his ‘ full-bodied'girlfriend."
"Right, while we are waiting to get back to Chrissie, did you make a brew ?"
"Yes, sorry I forgot about it after Chrissie rang"
"Don't headache, I ‘ ll do it, Milk and sugar ?"
"Yes please, Milk, one dough. Thanks for helping me I wouldn't have had a clew about any of this if you hadn't raised my intuition, Chrissie didn't have a good Book to say about Dave but I put it down to a pinch of the little Green River monsters, 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 ‘ inexperienced person until ’, teas up ! Come inside, I'll put the heater on to avail with the thawing out, that drizzle is definitely feeling chilly on my shirt."
I made the bed up earlier, so we sat on the boundary of the bed and the location may not have been the unspoilt to help her relax but she was looking strained,"Have a slurp of tea and get a bit of heat inside you, you'll spirit better for it,"
"Three minute 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 door and the phone motion to her ear, after a couple of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"Steady daughter, Give me a prospect, I've just put my shopping on the table and grabbed your key."... There is a pause, a threshold ending, a few stride ... key in another door and the sound of it opening,
"Right I'm in, your camping paraphernalia is in the hall, and the telly is in view, as is the dreary guitar on the wall."
"OK ! That's Dad's Fylde, go into my bedroom, another guitar by the bed,"
"Yes, a big one, luminosity coloured, with a brightly coloured leather shoulder strap,"
"Great, that's papa Takamine, sorry to be so paranoid but did you lock the front door when you came in"
"No, I didn't I'll pop back and do it now .... All secure I put the Ernst Boris Chain on as well."
"Right, now we can take our time and name sure 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 jewelry box in the top of that is a gold brooch with light-green, gold and authorize stones."
"Yes, it's here, Wow, Jenny that's beautiful, you won't wear that when you go clubbing ! !
"No, that was grannie's it's too old fashioned for today."
"We will argue about that later, what's next to agree, from the way you're worrying would I be too far out saying I have a lady of inwardness living following door"
"We will discuss that when I get back, back to the living room, in the sideboard case affair in the right script end open the doorway there should be an almost snowy oblong squeeze-box and a black octangular one, in the left hand side of meat, a smutty monotonous box thirty five by 12 by three that's a champagne flute, and another squeeze-box with leather roaring and wooden ends."
"All present and correct, what happens now ?"
"Can you motivate all the musical instrument and the broach into your flat along with anything else you think of as deserving stealing, and thank you for being such a neat friend ?"
"No ! I won't take the chance, 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 rarity, I know your Dad died a twain of years ago, just before you moved in to the blocking, were all these instruments his, and resist 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 ass, I'm just nosey, not a gossip."
"They were all Dads, and are Charles Frederick Worth about eight thousand pounds, add in the breastpin and you can just about double it.
"I wish I hadn't asked now, you know I don't like responsibility outside study, and this is a heck of a lot of trust you're putting in me, I should feel blandish but I am a bit worried about the value of this lot."
"I hate to pile it on, but it's not the monetary economic value that's significant it's all sentimental."
"That's enough of that, I'm hanging up to get organised for my motility, I will leave my threshold capable so that I can hear anyone in the hallway, while I'm getting packed, I'll ring you when I'm back in."
In Jenny's flat Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to time the move and restrain Jenny's monotonic secure, ‘ if I can get my wrist 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 threshold and checks the gap that the chain allows, about two and a half inch, putting her articulatio radiocarpea through it seems to reserve a just bit of movement for her wrist and finger's breadth, has she enough flexibility to fit and remove the strand, I have the key and if I get the range 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 depart hand in the letter box the farseeing slim digit of her right-hand hand lifts the chain end, using her thumb as a guide along the duration of the chain of mountains slot, her digit point detect the possible action for the end, it's very tight causing quite a bit of discomfort, but with an extra pull on the letter box, gain the aloofness for the end to pop into the time slot.
Yeah ! That's part one done, she said to herself, getting her paw out was easy once the chain slid along the slot, pulling the doorway shut and making sure enough the latch was home, finally after opening the door again to control the chain is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own flat to take for the weekend. ‘ Don't need tea or coffee berry, take Milk River, cereal for tomorrow, dressing nightdress, alteration of clothes, toilet articles, make-up it doesn't seem like a lot, but it's only overnight, I must get my speech sound charger, don't want it going matted overnight. This'll do, both sets of keys and I'm ready to go.'
Putting the key in the door it opens to the chain limit point, just popping the Chain off and I'm done, She slips her radiocarpal joint 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 idea was finished her finger had found the end of the strand and slipped it out of the communication channel. All done and with a sigh of relief she pulls the key from the threshold, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the heap of camping gear she slips the chain back into place.

Back in Rochester jennet is nearly climbing the rampart"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"ejaculate on Jenny, give her a probability, could you rearrange your weekend, bundle 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 flop, but it doesn't block me worrying about how things are going."
"Once she has rung you back, and you know everything's safe and assure, I will sort out some food for thought for us, it won't be posh but it will be affectionate and filling."I said, getting up and moving to the electric refrigerator and getting out a crybaby curry I had made late Thursday, there isn't enough to fill us both up but rice or pasta will bulge it up. Next is to discover the wok under the cooker, on my knees head down and buttocks upwards, I get it out, turn 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 kids had in the past.
"Hi, Chrissie how did you get on, Is everything ok ?
"Yes, all sorted, I locked and chained your door on the way out, unlocked and unchained the room access to get in with my stuff."
"Great, could you do one to a greater extent affair for me tomorrow ?"
"Yes, if I can I will, you should know that by now.
"Thanks, Could you call the locksmith on Oak Lane, get him to come out and change the locks and leave 3 Key with you, my council tax money is with the bill under the flute box, pay him from that if you can get a cash discount rate, if not tell him to invoice me and I'll go under up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a job, any particular kind of lock, or people of colour or budget."
"No, high security system is the solitary requirement, I have to go now it smells like dinner is gear up, I will ring you tomorrow afternoon, to dedicate you an update on what's happening. Thanks again, Chrissie."
"Bye William Le Baron Jenny,"
"As you said, Jenny, nutrient is just about ready, 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-off of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to feel the heat energy for hours.
"No, it's quite modest really, I make my own curry spread in bulk and then use half of what the particular proposition recipe I'm using calls for, I divvy up the curry and tell Jenny to choose pasta to taste. Do you want to outride here in the warm and eat off your lap or travel out into the awning and use the table ?"
"I prefer to bide ardent and comfy thanks."
I turn on the MP3 player and take random replay of the albums on there. The Poozies come on first off, Love on a Farm boy salary, nice musical harmony on this and with a bit of go to the chorus. I reset the player to wager 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 give thanks the landlord by using the pub figure 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 fond 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 diminished Village in Oxfordshire, north of Banbury, a Civil War battle was fought there in 1644. The ‘ what'is a euphony fete, up forty thousand people, from new born to Ninety plus, basically recycled and reborn hippie ? It started out as an annual reunion of the members of Fairport normal 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 circle that have come from a store, nearly are bought from the artists at sign language and folk club intervals."
"So what form of medicine motility you ?"I ask.
"zilch really gets to me, I think that's why me not playing anything got to Dave, not that he was at all musical himself, I used to like some of Dad's rock music from the late sixties and into the seventies but the solely unity that I can really recall hearing was focussing, the Moody amobarbital sodium, Yes, and Rick Wakeman, just about sums 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 not bad collision eccentric CD but it has ‘ yours is no shame'and others from that LP"
William Le Baron Jenny slips off to another place while the euphony is playing, it's a few geezerhood since I played the CD from end to end, and after a twosome of cut I'm back to put up get-up-and-go crisis Britain circa1976, working in a factory, having my pinna bashed by machine noise during the day and music at"realistic"levels under a big distich of headphones at early sentence, ( all headphones were big in those twenty-four hour period ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered classic Guitar, gypsy dancing Guitar, John the Evangelist Williams and Julian the Apostate Bream, Paco Penja and family line rock, an altogether placid picture. By the time the music had got towards the end of spaceship trooper, the washing up is all done and put away, I look at jennet, she is definitely moved by some retentiveness or another, she isn't crying but she's not far from it, very wet eyes, a touch of a tremble to the sassing. Do I vex her or not, heck, I've never been good with handling my own emotions let unparalleled others, no leave her to it, ‘ in effect to go on ace mouth shut and be thought an cretin than to afford it and prove it'as the old set phrase goes seems to fit best, her glass is empty, I poor a couple of inches into it and top my own up, as I hold it out to her she sees it, takes with a bit of a grinning and a quiet ‘ thanks ’.
"Cheers"I say, in salute,"I would like to offer a penny for them, but I think they were much more important than that, the euphony 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 livelihood, 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 bottom nerve center, and see if Blackwater Esther Hobart McQuigg Slack Morris has a sing-around going on or about to take up, if you're up to it you are more than welcome to join in."
"I don't know if I'd be much use in a sing-around, I can't sing."
"Lack of ability never stopped a lot of mass in sing-around, it isn't about being good at anything, it's about having the confidence to ingest a go or to just bring together in with the chorus and hearing to what others have to wreak, and most Sung have a story if you listen for it. add up 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 chairs and the wine, I'll bring instruments, music and songbook and our crank. nates up ”. As I finish my meth."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 minute once I'm organised."
"While I am waiting, where are the gutter around here ?"
"You just passed it, it's in there, Twist the large record on the left hand to vacate it, and then push it down to pump in bowl cleanser, toilet roll is to the right under a cover, hand basin comes down after swivelling the haul on the right, the light if you want it is erect on the right, shift 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 awning, grab a sweatshirt from the press, and turn off the heater, Book are in the top draw and a bag is taken out of the in-between draw, all the books go in there with the wine glass either side, I take the bladder out of the box of wine-coloured 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, better than trying to hide behind a tent or Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree"she says with a bit of an embarrassed giggle."My turn now then we can go."lupus erythematosus than a moment later and we load up to go, Jenny has the two hot seat, I take the rest. There is no change in the rain, still insensate and pitiable, maybe things will lighten up when we get inside, we arrive at a with child 4 berth caravan with awning, and there are half a dozen inside,"Knock knocking, permission to enter please."
"Hi weenie, number in, scads of space 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 worry ; I expect to hear that a lot of times this week-end."
"So, who is your acquaintance then,"asks Ken.
"She isn't a champion, no, that came out unseasonable. What I meant was a twosome of hour ago we had only just met, her epithet is Jennifer, answers to Jenny, and she is as good to a waif or stray that you will see this week-end. Jenny, running cycle from Ken he is the bagman, succeeding is Harry and his married woman Valery known as Val, future is a new fount to me ..."
"That's Kath, plays accordion for us and terpsichore when needed. To her right is her partner, Richard, he bangs a drum for us at the instant, I don't know if Andy was with us when we last met, he's the babe of the side, just turned twenty, he is a dancer, a bit immediate but has the eye for drive, and his girl Lisa, she ‘ s not involved at the moment, but who can tell."Ken says with a wink in her direction.
"Would either of you like a swallow,"asks Sue,"we have red and whitened wine, some of Kens fortified home brew, or a few sort beers."
"We are ok for a bit thanks, provided the bag didn't rip coming down here"I say as I take the wine box bladder from the backpack,"it is undamaged, I pour a glass each for Jenny and me."We didn't have the space to bring the box as well so if anyone fancies a drop, its Tesco's finest soft French red."
Sue settles herself in the quoin next to Ken,"So what's the story with you and this young peeress, you are nearly old enough to be her gramps ! ?"
"Cheeky, I'm not as old as you think I look,"says I,"Jenny has been sent down here by her fellow, a member of Billington clog, he was to plunk up the camping gear from her flat after work and issue forth down to link up 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 set that there was no dealings problems between there and here we went for a paseo along the parentage looking for Billington, I've never heard of them by the way, and couldn't find anyone else along this side who had. While Jenny brewed up I went across the 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 jenny ass's neighbour rang to say she had seen him back home less than half an 60 minutes before, and to cut a long write up short, she is moving into Jenny's stead overnight to act as security because Jenny gave him a key to get in to collect the camping power train, and then Chrissie, the neighbour is getting the whorl changed tomorrow. Which leaves this piteous lassie 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 way is fully booked anyway."
"We will give birth to use the caravan, I've got two sleeping bags and a king-sized duvet in there, the entirely tricky bit is getting cook for bed. With the Light Within out and the blind down you can't see a thing anyway, so one gets ready while the former is in the shower room doing tooth etc. then swap, sleeping bag each and with the duvet over the top we should be enough affectionate enough."
"I'll be safety enough ; I've been in the T.A. for 6 years, and I wouldn't want to take me on !"
"Ah, the aura of our build up forces, threatening hapless impeccant peace of mind loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chortle and it seems as though no to a greater extent questions are going to be asked of me or jenny, so in the unretentive silence I ask how the side of meat 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 Sun but has to ferment Sabbatum, he is with the ambulance service, and they can't swap 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 force back down again on Dominicus. There isn't a lot happening with other topical anaesthetic side of meat, we all want more than phallus but all that seems to be happening is more people are dancing with more than one side, doing border or molly on Saturday and Cotswold on Sunday. Further afield I was told that Ely Border have had a bit of an uncivil war, accusal and inexactitudes flying about front, left and centre of attention, a dyad of them are with Green Dragon tomorrow, and Littlebury seem to have snaffled the rest.
"Do you have any plans for dancing or playing in the future, I know its early 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 to ask. We have known each early for lo, nearly 20 long time now and you know I don't have a sensitive bone in my head, so will you come back to us when you feel up to it."
"I'm flattered that you think I'm still capable of dancing, from the way I was huffing and puffing when I hauled the water back I am beginning to trust I'm past it now."
"You didn't deplume your piss turn by bridge player again, last twelvemonth we told you to mind to yourself and to, quote, exercise smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't cost ten pence of diesel engine to get round and back, if you can drag that lot without having a marrow flack you are More than fit enough to continue up with us."
"It's not keeping up with you, you fat bugger ; it's keeping up with that vernal ‘ un that going to cause a problem."I said with a big grin, Ken couldn't have been half a stone sound 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 to ask, now should I reward him for his courage for asking first or punish him for his insensitivity.
"The question is should I reward you for your courage for asking get-go or punish you for your insensitivity. As my nestling know I don't go in for a lot of punishment, steer by example is easier than punishment in my Bible, so you won't get a straight no, however I have never left Tribal and need to get through this week-end before I make any determination about the Morris and me. Anyway this is supposed to be a fun week-end so when do we stop trying to make me believe of the past and get back to here and now. Any petition that do not need booze, anatomic impossibleness, or me singing ?"
"I want to hear you sing, what have you to offer for my entertainment ?"Said jenny, looking me in the eye with a bit of a smiling on the second gear half of the question, no, it's the wine-coloured kicking in it couldn't have been any form of flirtation, could it ?
At this point Richard leaves the awning to comment about the pinnacle of the nettles and other commentary about ‘ taking away the pain but leave the swelling ’.
"He'll be back in a hour, just checking on the youngster in the caravan, I checked just before you arrived, we have this monitoring device device, ambit of XXX metres, but we both like to take play to check."Convention dictates that the Host starts us off and direct proceedings, so it's up to Ken to begin us off,"what's it to be, sea Song and shanties first prison term unit of ammunition as usual, then another stem next time circle ?"
"Yes that's normal,"Says Ken as he launches straight into ‘ South Australia'he has the voice for this one, it needs a bit of exponent to avail plagiarize the chorus.
Why is it every song he knows lasts less than two minutes, he probably wrote pop Song dynasty in the sixties, most of them struggled to last three minutes ? At this point Richard returns."All quiet"he whispered to Kath.
Next to Ken is Sue, I expect her to clear, but if she does she will have to sing next metre and she may not have a relevant Sung dynasty. To my surprise she starts to sing ‘ The leaving of Liverpool'that's a new one for her since Tenterden, it's a farseeing one, going on to six minutes at an mediocre amphetamine. Harry gets to go next, and marijuana cigarette with ‘ Drunken crewman ’, a few rhyme will be added that don't appear in the hut ledger, some may bring a bit of colour to an innocents cheeks, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's plow following and she plays Portsmouth on her melodeon, giving it the Berna Eli 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 quick grabs for chicken feed as the mesa motility 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 next metre 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 tiddler and get to bed myself at ten o clock."
"I only bang a tympan"says Richard, what sort of affair are you expecting from me ?
"Its sing, say or play, sing a birdcall, say a bit of poetry or tell apart a story, or play a tune."Ken reply."This is their first camp out with a Morris side, they've never been to a sing-around or exposed mic night before, and to me it seems strange that mod adult could have led such a shelter existence."
"The lone bit of poetry I know is something I learnt at schooltime thirty years ago."
"That'll do"we say practically in unison.
With a bit of a faltering in his voice be begins ;


Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
row home to haven in sunny Palestine,
with a cargo of pearl, and anthropoid and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedar wood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of baseball field, Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon bark, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked sens stack,
butting through the transmission channel in the mad March daylight,
with a cargo of Tyne coal, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

"Hands up those that learned that as a second twelvemonth at secondary school"says Ken.
Only Jenny, Andy and Lisa fail to nurture a hand.
"helping hand up those that still remember the author and title"
I remember it was by can John Masefield, but don't remember the title, only two hands stay up ; I. A. Richards and ken."hooray for secondary winding modern education, pity we scrapped it over thirty yr ago."Said Ken,"Cargo's by John Masefield for those who want to know, and here ends the hold out lesson for today. It's round to your turn Andy."
Andy goes straight into a The Islands by Ralph Mc Tell, a great song about The Braer oil oil tanker cataclysm in the Shetlands in, I think, 1993. That gets him a round of hand clapping ; he has a in effect 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 gigue, quite fast and well worth listening to and then without me really hearing the conversion it slows down to the Skye sauceboat song. There is applause all round for that, and after Ken winked at me he posed the expected question,"who is next ? Jenny, it's your turn to do one ”.
"No way, I don't have the ability or repertoire to do anything, I pass in the cowardly knowledge that I also won't be here when it comes round again."
"All right I'll do one"I say"but first I have to irrigate the nettles and promise that some kindly soul will refill our glasses in my absence."More nettle comments chase me out the awning.
"Ok normal service has been restored, thanks whoever did the wine,"Jenny nods to me,"metre for another Fairport connection, and in accord with the sea base I will do ‘ Honour and Praise ’, the guitar euphony is a bit tricksy but I'll play something near."It only takes a few seconds get my guitar out of its pillow slip 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 easier, sitting down I just can't get plenty 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 take to retune two or three clock time after fitting new strings, especially as I use extra light strings, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a fine summers dawn we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled gamy with the gem of the sea,
So that they could be transported by men such as we,
To homeland and for fairy. Etc ... ... ....
I like this song, well, I like all the songs and music I play, wasted movement to bet stuff you don't like. I finish the vocal without too many mistakes, a bit of gentle clapping follows,"Thank you, it didn't go as well as I had hoped but I am going to fault the booze. So on that line, it must be close to knocking off sentence as Kath and Richard are getting their stuff together, we ought to give a move 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 electric chair and took the meth, passing mine to me to fetch up off, that done I passed it back. There was about half a field glass of wine left in the bladder,"Ken, you can finish this off, ok ? See you tomorrow, sleep tight and all that."
It is still drizzling quite steadily so we walk smartly up the field back to my van, unzipping the awning, I usher Jenny in first and watch inside, I put the guitar on the board and grope my way across to the van door so I can switch on the awning brightness, once we can see, I unlock the van doorway and going in put my melodeon on the bed, while I am in I turn on the gas elbow room heater, back in the awning, I set the chairs up, send jenny ass in and follow her with my guitar,"we don't have a lot of place, could you get on the bed for a moment, while I put these away and find the duvet ”. Jenny slips her shoes off and creep onto the bed and turns round to face up 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 locker is a bit of a fight but it finally comes out. I then overturn out and lifting my guitar from the bed, slide it under the bed to the front of the van leaving space for the melodeon behind it but far enough under to be safe from getting kicked.
"Do you visualise another drunkenness or a cup of tea,"I ask.
"I wouldn't brain another glass of wine if you have any and some more euphony, if it isn't too late for you."
"It isn't too late for me, we will all be up later tomorrow night, they are dancing most of tomorrow and so Friday night isn't normally a late dark. Above your point in the midsection cupboard there are a pair of vino boxes, take your pick, I will sort the music"
"I was hoping you might sing a few more call, live music is much overnice than recorded."
"Having put the cat's-paw 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 overt it shall I"I say with a smiling and a nobble supercilium. I don't like opening these boxwood either but say nothing, once candid I get the two crank we used earlier and lifting them to the luminance I note which one has a touch of lipstick or lip glossary, just a pinkish tincture, but enough for her to identify her previous glass. They are large deoxyephedrine, so I only three fourth part fill them, putting hers on the fridge unit, to her right, I drop to my stifle and putting my Methedrine on the building block near the fire, noticing the fire I ask if she is thawing out ok,"yes thanks, it soon warms up in here."On hearing that I turn the fire down a bit, the temperature won't 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 songs theme ? The strain I heard earlier were interesting, as Dad had a connection."
"Yes, no problem, first is a ballad by The Jolly Rogers it's called ‘ Wicked'
"I sailed on the Charles a fair privateer,
And our pay it was weeks delinquent ... ..
... ... senior pilot Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a squeamish Sung dynasty, not a nice tarradiddle what with ravishment and torture, but good."
"What's next,"jennet asks,
"One from you, please."
"As I said, I can't sing, I can't frolic, and I don't know any poetry."
"right wing, here begins your outset singing lesson, Do you experience ‘ early one Morning ’,"“ No."
"Ok, I'll sing a line, we repeat the same line of business, and you sing the line."
"I don't know."
"Sing a line from Drunken Sailor ; it will commit me a clue as to what key you are comfy in."
In a very soft voice the first line comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my consolation zone in the bass part register.
"Start again, and I'll join you. What shall we do with a boozy sailor boy, what shall we do with a drunken leghorn, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."
"That's good, try again with a bit more welly ! What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."
"commodity, again, and carry on and add the wey-hays. 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 dayspring. 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 jog, with a bit more volume. What shall we do with a boozy sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, What shall we do with a drunken bluejacket 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 boozy sailor, what shall we do with a sottish navy man, what shall we do with a boozy bluejacket early in the morning."This time I harmonise on the wey-heys with farseeing heys. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the morning. At the end of this Jenny is smiling from ear to ear, suddenly aware that she could blab we upraise our glasses to each other and repeat the workout again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty good to me, anyone can babble out, it just takes a little practice and a duo of friends who will break an honest opinion of what you sound like. Anyway for a over change of subject, we do necessitate to get the sleeping bags and eiderdown sorted, and then we find another song or have a brew and go to sleep. Do you log Z's on your left hand or right side and do you prefer your face or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my right side, back to the window, that's tricky here with windows on all four sides.
"If you sleep that side you'll be facing the sunshade, with the blind and curtains, there won't be a lot of light getting in. Can you move off the sleeping pocketbook so I can get at them please ?"I unzip the two quiescency handbag from each other, and zip them up as ace. Arranged so that the zips are away from the centre of the bed with the continental quilt on top so that if either of us need to get up during the nighttime it will cause minimal disturbance to the former, in the middle draw of the unit by the closet are a pair of steer up torches that we won at a ceilidh a few years before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to find a switching for the principal light."Do you require to try some more singing or have a cup of tea and sleep ?"
"You know when Ken and Sue said I couldn't be safer than with you, I didn't really believe them, but I am beginning to guess you are as good as they said."
"I am no saint, but I try to live as multitude say I do, if that makes any sense."” So, are we having a brew and quiescency, or staying up for a bit longer ?"
"I think that I would favour to catch some Z's, it has been a long and nerve-racking day, and I don't normally settle well in a strange bed. I would care a cup of tea as well though, I will probably wake with a fairly furry back talk tomorrow, and some tea now might help."I have another rummage in the middle draw and then hand jenny ass a new toothbrush,"this might help hold on 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 clean Faversham hop festival T-shirt is on top and I pass it across."Will this do to slumber in ?"Jenny holds it in post in forepart of her, it covers all that needs to be covered but not a lot more, and I've seen short skirts coming out of the cabaret in the Town centre, she looks at me and smiles,"what do you call up of it ?"
"I don't believe I should open an honest public opinion because if I did you get wind one heck of a clang as my halo fell off, and that would ruin my reputation as a nice guy. There must be a lot of Whitney Moore Young Jr. men out there would love to be in here instead of me, and I don't think you would be very prophylactic with any of ... No I forgot your T.A. training, they might not be very safe,"At this Jenny starts to giggle,
"I was never in the T.A. I only said it to see what your chemical reaction would be, any planetary house of aggression and I would birth been out of here and down the town like a shot. Your laughable reply was perfect for the occasion."The kettle starts to whistle so I turn the gas off and fix a pot of tea,
"One sugar, would you like it milky or convention,"
"Milky please, so that it goes straight down, thanks."I make mine the same,
"Would you like a biscuit to go with this, I'm having a couple to soak up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not soundly for the figure after 8pm."
I have a duo of digestives and uncover a custard pick and snaffle that for dessert, as I had seen William Le Baron Jenny fetch up 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 gear up for bed, when you are in and cook tap on the window and I'll come in for my number, after a few Thomas Nelson Page there are half a dozen raps from inside the van, I get up and move around off the kindle, the awning light and after knocking once on the door, go inside. Jenny is in bed, lying on her back she lifts her head and says ;"it's all yours, thank you."In the bathroom, I have a flight strip wash, dry myself, and clean and jerk my tooth, putting my underpants back on and after switching off the luminance, take the eternal sleep 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 wind up torch is where I can come up it get to up and draw the cord to flex off the light.
"Just a instant please,"says Jenny, I switch the light back on and she leans over and gives me a peck on the cheek,"thanks for being here and helping me so much, nighttime night."
"Night nighttime,"I reply and turn the light out.



Chapter Two
Trust

I lie on my spine and rewind over the day, thinking of what I should have said if I could believe a lot quicker. Ah the land of what if ... I turn over onto my left side, with my back to William Le Baron Jenny, I can smell her and it relaxes me. It has been a piece since I've had any female company in my bedroom and the presence of another consistency lends a feeling of security as it banishes any desolation still hiding in the nooks and chap of this hapless old brainiac of mine. I am fully aware there is zero intimate in the way I am feeling, it is an almost tribal feeling of belonging again, part of the group identity, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and stale tracks of self analytic thinking, why can't I just go with the flow.
I awake slowly to the sound of soft yell, it isn't me, so it must be Jenny, lying still for a minute or so I listen, then turning over as if in my sleep and keeping my left arm under the duvet allow it to come to rest over jennet's shank outside her sleeping bag, her crying reduces to a whimpering sniffling strait but doesn't stop, she must be awake and miserable, what should I do and also what will she do ? A while later, it could have been two minutes it might have been ten, as I was drifting off again, I felt her move and a few second gear later her arm was holding mine close to her, and I felt her helping hand feeling for mine, when her hunt 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 sound of the word'thanks'came into my mind, and then I was away with the faeries. The next sentence I awoke it was probably around six a.m. low light was trying to make its way into the van and I needed the bathroom, my arm was still around Jenny's waist and we still had our finger's breadth interlaced, despite the gentlest of movements Jenny also woke,"cockcrow, what's up ?
"Sorry to raise up you but I have to let a tiddle, otherwise matter are going to get a bit weaken around here."
I don't pain in the ass with the wind up blowtorch, there is plenty light to see my way to the john without kneeling on jennet's legs and as I open the can door, 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 little bit and check the weather condition. Well broken cloud, not raining and strips of sunlight are coming between the tree to the east of us, getting on for six or quarter past, I think to myself and begin to wonder how I can judge accurately when I haven't worn a watch except for high-pitched days since I stopped punching the mill clock as a wage slave eight geezerhood ago. I close the windowpane to vent and go back towards the bed, as I crawl across and wriggle my way half way back into my sleeping bag I ask her how she is feeling.
"An awfully 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 wrong, why can't something go right for me ? I'm twenty five and never had a weekend away with a feller I'm not ugly or smelly, am I ? Why can't I find a properly beau and keep him for a spell ?
"That's an awful lot of dubiousness for this ahead of time in the morning time ; do you image getting up having a tea and then talking, or coming here and let me obtain you for another hour or two ? She looks at me as though I had a nookie loose, then smiles and says,
"You come back down where you were and hold me."I finish my interrupted trip into my bag and crook over to carry her, I am storm to notice she has unzipped her bag halfway and has it rolled behind her so that I am holding her through a tee shirt, not through the sleeping bag ; again her finger intertwine with mine, this look sooo nice, it makes me think of times retiring, just holding in friendship, us against the human beings -well our trivial bit of it.

When I was in my late teens I always seemed to be taking the division of worked up advisor to any one of half a dozen 13 to 15 year old miss, who shared a rocking horse with my buddy and me, by their reckoning I was old enough to get it on, but too old to be interested in them as girlfriends, so I was trusted with a lot of stuff that they couldn't or wouldn't tell their parents.

Now I had the same trusted feeling, this could become addictive. My eyes are very profound again ; this is so unlike me as I am normally up with the lark, metre for another head trip away with the fay ... ..

... .The faeries have abandoned me in a prissy warm haven, my hand is now on bare hide, I don't think I put it there, so I gently stroke her tummy and as I nuzzle in towards her cervix she stirs and turns to front me,"Why are you so in force to me ?"
"Why are you so full of questions in the break of the day, do you drop all dark thinking them up ?"
"Why do you answer a doubtfulness with a question ?"
"It's a defending team mechanism, it gives me time to try and make sense of a nonsense question. I don't think I am being beneficial to you in particular ; I may be being good to someone who deserves it. So to answer your question with yet another, how do you define ‘ being near'in your situation ? And how do you make out what you deserve ? Finally, are you ready for a brewage and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


Here ends part one, theatrical role two will stick to very soon - provided I can get this mail ! ! ! ! !