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


Chapter One
Meeting


It's Fri 29th of April, 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 sports field of operations, a poor cause along the right hand side of meat of the orbit to halfway along the fencing beside the lawn tennis motor hotel, this where I pull up and park the van analogue with the fencing to conjoin with other campers etc. performing at the chimneysweeper fete. I have been coming to sweeps for over 20 years but this is the first since I lost my wife. This year I'm not performing - a face we both danced with stopping point year has put me on their strength for the weekend - so I can just slack up and catch up with word and scuttlebutt from Friend in other slope that I've not seen since the Tenterden folk weekend last October.
First things first though, wind the corner steadies down and point the two place caravan and crack up 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 easy single handed and I definitely feel the demand for a few orang-utan genes as my arms seem to be a effective foot too short to keep back up the framework and grab the next pole that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, next is to arrange the two solar panels and get the electrics connected up, the last chore is to get some water supply - 40 litres in the turquoise roll and ten for the pot tank- it's a bit of a trek beat to the other side of the situation and a fair weight to haul back but I haven't used the car to transfer water before and hopefully I'm not going to start for a few geezerhood yet. Ye God though, it seems twice as far this year, I wish I'd used my pufferfish before I left, on my paying back to the caravan I connect the Aqua-roll and run the ticker until the odour of sterilising fluid dissipates then take the kettle hole for a brewage, While the kettledrum is heating I make the bed up, I don't fancy trying to log Z's on either of the single size beds at the sides of the van, knowing my hazard I'll probably declination out, so make up the full width bed as we usually did, it's about six foot three lame ; sight of elbow room to disperse out in, bloody lonely though, ‘ snap out of it'I tell myself, ‘ that way leads to more weeds and depression ’.
I connect my MP3 participant into the van sound system and listen to Amazing Blondel's"England ”, a most make relaxed LP/CD to heed 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 further still my way into the weekend the kettle starts to whistle as"waterscape"begins and the initiative drop curtain of rain patter onto the sunshade, oh well, two out of three isn't too bad. Sitting in the awning with a goodly great mug of steaming Yorkshire tea, I think back over the last twenty three years, here for all but one or two Sweeps, I have danced, played, or drummed for six, no seven side, I prefer margin and molly and am not so lament on northwest, this means that whilst I may well only know thirty or forty the great unwashed's names I am on nodding terms with a hundred or Thomas More, that's the kind of society I will appreciate this week-end, and there should be a sing-around or receptive awning somewhere on the subject field every evening.
The rain sounds as though it's getting heavier so I glance up from my Kindle to see to it and see someone walking slowly along the row of new wave and tent as though looking for somebody or another. Female and in her twenties, wickedness hair pulled back into a very long pony tail, not a smashing deal of make-up although not too comfortable to tell in the diminished light, this coupled with her dark clothing makes accurate estimates difficult. She is about five foot six or seven and slim but with a physique, pitch-black short coat tailored in to the waist and flaring over her hips, blackamoor or naval forces trousers, calamitous shoes with a slight heel, office female child, secretary, estate agent ? Nosey, curious or just trying to avail,"Do you need any avail ?"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 stuff and we arranged to meet along here about an hour ago, assuming the dealings on the M11 & M25 was full or sometime later if it was bad. The trouble is he doesn't have a mobile phone so I can't contact him to find out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my sunblind for a few hour or so, I can pick up Essex and Kent dealings news on the radio in the van so at to the lowest degree you can have an melodic theme of when he is likely to get here ; I don't want to cause you any worry but if he's had a puncture that could add another half hour to his arrival time."I stop Blondel and tune the radio to ninety five point three FM. A few minutes later at twenty-five past tense five BBC Essex reports all gain on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the nosepiece, around 15 minutes delay and no reported time lag in Kent.
"wellspring"I say"It doesn't look like there are any traffic bother, between here and ... where is he coming from, you didn't say ?"
"He's coming from Bishops Stortford where he collected the camping gearing from my flat, and should stimulate left about two o'clock ; he assumed an hour for the M11 and M25, XX moment for traffic over the nosepiece, and another 40 for A2, M2, and Rochester and he should give 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 need 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 incline performing this week-end, it might be worth searching them out to find out if they may have heard anything, so who are you with ?
"Dave dances with Billington Clog, I, by the way am Jennifer, most people call me Jenny, and Dave was hoping that a week-end away with them would get me involved as well ”.
"It's secure to know names, I'm Frank, so shall we see if we can find Billington, I assume they are on this position of the field as that's where you were looking."
"Dave said they camped on the right bridge player position on the boundary of the bailiwick, I suppose that depends on which way you're facing but I assumed he was talking in damage of reaching which would be this side of the field."
"OK, I have been coming to drag in for nearly twenty years, I know a lot of English, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and work our way down to the bottom heart, the side down there is usually Blackwater Morris, we danced with them for four or five old age around the turn of the C, I only have one brolly so we will trump share that as it's sounding a bit deaden out there, although it always sounds wetter under an awning than it actually is outside. Do you know the gens of any Billington people so at to the lowest degree we can be sociable ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"Dark low Hyundai I10"she says as a dark car advance, no, it's a little Honda. We walk towards the pace at the top end of the field, I can't see any Gouverneur Morris kit at the motor home van parked at the end so after knocking on the door, it is answered by a man in his Fifties or thereabouts holding a dry pint pewter tankard, and wearing a Dead gymnastic horse t-shirt, I ask,"Hi, are you performing this week-end ?"
"No, not this class near of our lot think it costs too much in fuel to get here and back from Bedford and with May Day on Sunday they want to dance the sun up, and then do pub trip the light fantastic toe out locally, so though we are booked in we won't be dancing."
"Do you know what side is parked next to you, or do you have any mind where Billington clog might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a clue who is side by side 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 ?"
"William Le Baron Jenny, this is one for you, do you know where they are based ?"
"They practice Wednesday evenings at a hotel in Bishops Stortford, that's just about all I know, not a lot of supporter am I ?"
"Never mind, we'll go and see if anyone is in adjacent 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 slope ”. The pelting is now a steady gentle rainwater, not low temperature, but the gentle wind makes it feel chilly. There is no-one around the tents, so we move down the assembly line, a couple of low-spirited masses are sipping beer and talking under a summerhouse and they say it is a Cotswold side following door on the entry side, the rest of Pretty Grim are down the townsfolk getting food, so we continue on to the side by side aggregation of caravan and tents, these belong to Blackbird Border, Another incline from Bedfordshire, it's their for the first time time here as a side, a few members have been here with other sides but no-one has heard of Billington. We are nearly halfway down the inaugural side of the field, still looking for his car and looking behind us every time a car comes onto the arena, the future couple of tents belong to Winstree C clog dancing, they are a longsighted established position from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for geezerhood, most of their people are approximate to Blackwater, again nobody knows of Billington and their bagman has a saltation program for the festival - this is just a template to where sides might or might not be - it has been said that organising a dance agenda for Morris English is consanguineal to herding cats ! The saltation schedule doesn't lean Billington.
"Thanks for your help, I suppose that Billington are just coming down for a look around if they haven't been going farseeing ”,
"Thanks as well from me"says Jenny.
"fountainhead we are back at my caravan now let's go in for a bit of a think and a drink ”, I suggest. When we get back to the van we go inside the van to dry out and get warmed through.
"I don't like the way things are looking here, it seems very unknown that no-one has heard of them. I might well go for a thread down towards Blackwater and see who is between us and them and then cross to the other side of the field and find Hertfordshire Buddy Holly if they are camping this year ; they are from Ware and if I remember aright that's only ten nautical mile from Stortford, Some-one must recognize something about them, If you can watch the kettle and make brew, the fixing are in there."I say, pointing to the closet over the cooker, be back in five minutes or so."
I continued walking down the field towards Blackwater ; next to us are visitant from Netherlands just come to see the festival and then move on somewhere else, past them are the relaxation of Winstree and then it's Rising meadowlark they are from northeast Essex, and they tell me that Harwich and Priory are between them and Blackwater, thanking them I head towards the side of the campsite opposite my van where the trees are growing down a steep bank, asking at the start campervan with brightness on whom they are and if they know of Billington Clog ?"Sorry, I can't be of a lot help we're corn liquor, it's our first year but know that the Witchmen are from the Calypso motor-home to the corner, and they are a Cotswold side over the road way, I don't know who is next to us down the field, it's a ladies side of meat with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A short wander to a group of musicians and a couple of inquiry confirm that they are indeed Hertfordshire Holly but no-one knows of Billington. That, so far as I am concerned, means that Billington doesn't exist, the alone really worrying dubiousness is why Jacques Louis 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 of operation, I recognise a couple of Blackwater people, give them a wave and yell out that I'll be down later after I've eaten. Back at the van, in the awning Jennifer doesn't look very well-chosen at all, the light isn't good but it looks like she's had a few tears.
"What's up ?"I ask,
"Chrissie, she's has the savourless next to me, band just after you left as she was wondering where I was. I'm normally home plate before her and as she had seen Dave in the Red lion smoking shelter while she was getting her dinner party from the Tesco's just over the road from there, she had assumed we had cancelled our trip here."On hearing this a theory was forming in my judgment,"I don't want to pry but if Chrissie is in the matte future to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a flat tire ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the short somewhat abrupt reply.
"Pure speculation, but do you survive by yourself and if so has anyone else got a key to your insipid"?
"Since you don't know where I live I can secernate you that, I do exist solo, and Chrissie has my second spare key in cause I lose mine or leave alone them at piece of work, Dave has my early key ‘ cos all the camping stuff is mine and he was picking it up after study, why ?"
"I'm just a little concerned at the way affair are starting to influence up, so do you have much in the way of high time value hooey in your flat, stereophony, telly, and jewellery and so on, and was Dave aware of their time value and placement"?
"I have a few things that are worth a bit, my Dad's musical instrument, a brooch that belonged to my gran that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to drop aspersions without some sort of proof but I can't help mentation that he might birth planned to have you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your clobber ”. The colour drained from Jenny's face and she looked like her legs weren't too stiff, she rested her mitt on the edge of the tabular array and slumped down into a death chair."Not my Dad's hooey, I couldn't bear losing any of that, it's all insured but that's not what subject, another silver flute wouldn't be his ! !
"expression"I say,"If, note the if that is what someone planned, it is fairly easy to empale their guns, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the authoritative detail into her unconditional as soon as potential if she can, you could talk her through where they are mobile to mobile assuming of form that she has one. I hope your Dad didn't frolic grand pianoforte or image bass part, it might be a bit tricky for her."
"No there is null cloggy, a transverse flute, two acoustic guitars, a melodeon and two concertinas."This was said while she was ringing Chrissie, it seemed to have an age before she spoke to Chrissie, and then I thought she was going to start war cry as she said"Chrissie, I am ok but I need you to do me a hell of a big favour if you can and as quickly as possible, I think Dave got me down here so he can pinch my Dad's stuff while I am stuck here, if you use my spare key I can steer you as to what needs rescuing. What ? Ok, I will ring again in three min, I don't know why but the Sir Thomas More I think about it the more I worry about how condom the rest of my affair are, he was always asking about Dad's instruments and why I didn't diddle them and why I spent so much on clothes, he never seemed to have any money and was always talking about his ‘ deep'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 worry, I ‘ ll do it, Milk River and lolly ?"
"Yes please, Milk River, one pelf. Thanks for helping me I wouldn't have had a clue about any of this if you hadn't raised my intuition, Chrissie didn't have a good word to say about Dave but I put it down to a touch of the little unripe monsters, but as I said, thinking about it, it seems so obvious now."
"I'm not so certain it is obvious, but I don't know him, and I still abide by ‘ innocent until ’, teas up ! Come inside, I'll put the smoke on to avail with the thawing out, that mizzle is definitely feeling chilly on my shirt."
I made the bed up earlier, so we sat on the edge of the bed and the localisation may not receive been the safe 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,"
"III minutes are up, I'm ringing Chrissie, she must have got home by now, I will put it on speaker."the telephone is already in her hand and one tap of the screen and the phone motility to her ear, after a pair of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"steady girl, establish me a fortune, I've just put my shopping on the table and grabbed your key."... There is a intermission, a door closing, a few gradation ... key in another door and the sound of it opening,
"right hand I'm in, your camping paraphernalia is in the Granville Stanley Hall, and the telly is in view, as is the dark-skinned guitar on the wall."
"OK ! That's Dad's Fylde, go into my bedroom, another guitar by the bed,"
"Yes, a big one, lightness coloured, with a brightly coloured leather strap,"
"Great, that's Dads Takamine, sorry to be so paranoid but did you mesh the nominal head room access when you came in"
"No, I didn't I'll pop back and do it now .... All secure I put the chain on as well."
"right field, now we can consider our time and attain sure everything else is still there just in case he has taken one bit and coming back for more later, on the dressing table should be a black jewellery box in the top of that is a gold breastpin with green, amber and clear stones."
"Yes, it's here, Wow, Jenny that's beautiful, you won't wear that when you go clubbing ! !
"No, that was gran's it's too old fashioned for today."
"We will argue about that later, what's next to ascertain, from the way you're torment would I be too far out saying I have a gentlewoman of content living next door"
"We will discourse that when I get back, back to the living room, in the sideboard character thing in the right hand end open the door there should be an almost white oblong squeeze-box and a black octagonal one, in the left manus side, a black directly box XXX five by twelve by three that's a flute, and another squeeze-box with leather holla and wooden ends."
"All present and even off, what happens now ?"
"Can you move all the musical legal document and the brooch into your flat along with anything else you think of as worth larceny, and thank you for being such a smashing booster ?"
"No ! I won't take the hazard, while they are in my directly I am guessing they won't be insured, I'll lock up, get a few thing from mine and move 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 city block, were all these instruments his, and turn down if you want to but what variety of value will I be babysitting for the weekend."
"This goes no further, Chrissie, right."
"Of grade, Jenny, I'm just nosey, not a gossip."
"They were all Dads, and are worth about eight thousand pounds, add in the broach and you can just about reduplicate it.
"I wish I hadn't asked now, you know I don't like responsibility outside body of work, and this is a heck of a lot of trust you're putting in me, I should feel flatter but I am a bit disturbed about the note value of this lot."
"I hate to jam it on, but it's not the pecuniary economic value that's important it's all sentimental."
"That's enough of that, I'm hanging up to get organised for my relocation, I will leave my door open so that I can discover anyone in the hall, while I'm getting pile, I'll ring you when I'm back in."
In William Le Baron Jenny's flat Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to metre the movement and maintain jenny's flavorless secure, ‘ if I can get my wrist through the gap maybe I can get the chain on, but can I get it off, so I can get back in ?'She opens the door and checks the gap that the chain allows, about two and a one-half inches, putting her wrist through it seems to provide a fair bit of crusade for her articulatio radiocarpea and finger's breadth, has she enough flexibleness to fit and transfer the Ernst Boris Chain, I have the key and if I get the chemical chain on and can't get it off again, Jenny's stuff will be a lot good once I've locked the door. Holding the threshold a ‘ too with her left hand in the letter box the foresightful slim fingerbreadth of her proper hand lifts the chain end, using her thumb as a guide along the length of the chain slot, her finger tips detect the opening for the end, it's very close causing quite a bit of soreness, but with an excess twist on the alphabetic character box, gains the distance for the end to pop into the expansion slot.
Yeah ! That's component one done, she said to herself, getting her hand out was easy once the Chain slid along the slot, pulling the door shut and making sure enough the latch was home, finally after opening the door again to match the strand is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own bland to pack for the weekend. ‘ Don't pauperism tea or coffee, take milk, cereal for tomorrow, dressing surgical gown, alteration of clothes, toiletry, make-up it doesn't seem like a lot, but it's only nightlong, I must get my speech sound battery charger, don't want it going 2-dimensional 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, just popping the chain off and I'm done, She slips her wrist through and then thinks, I wonder what the police would say if they just happened to pop in for a chat, by the metre the thought was finished her digit had found the end of the chain of mountains and slipped it out of the distribution channel. All done and with a suspiration of relief she pulls the key from the door, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the good deal of camping gear she slips the chain back into place.

Back in Rochester Jenny is nearly climbing the paries"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"seminal fluid on Jenny, sacrifice her a chance, could you rearrange your weekend, pack a bag, ensure your own place, motion in, unpack, get the tympanum on and ring back in less than 15 proceedings ?"
"I suppose you're right, but it doesn't stop me worrying about how things are going."
"Once she has rung you back, and you know everything's secure and strong, I will sieve out some food for us, it won't be posh but it will be warm and filling."I said, getting up and moving to the fridge and getting out a chicken curry I had made late Th, there isn't enough to occupy us both up but rice or alimentary paste will bulk it up. Next is to discover the wok under the cooker, on my articulatio genus head down and backside upwards, I get it out, turn over the gas ring on low and tip the curry in.
"Would you prefer Elmer Reizenstein or alimentary paste ?
"pasta please"I'm in the eye of filling a saucepan for the pasta, when her speech sound goes, Beautiful Dixie 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, unsecured and unchained the door to get in with my stuff."
"Great, could you do one more matter 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 derive out and switch the locks and leave 3 key fruit 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, if not tell him to invoice me and I'll settle up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a job, any particular sort of lock, or colour or budget."
"No, luxuriously protection is the only requirement, I have to go now it smells like dinner party is set, I will ring you tomorrow afternoon, to give you an update on what's happening. Thanks again, Chrissie."
"Bye jennet,"
"As you said, Jenny, nutrient is just about prepare, I know it's supposed to be Elwyn Brooks White wine 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 pearl of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to feel the heat for hours.
"No, it's quite meek really, I make my own curry library paste in bulk and then use half of what the particular recipe I'm using calls for, I divvy up the curry and severalise William Le Baron Jenny to take pasta to taste. Do you want to abide here in the warm and eat off your lap or move out into the awning and use the board ?"
"I prefer to appease warm and comfy thanks."
I turn on the MP3 player and select random action replay of the albums on there. The Poozies come on 1st, sexual love on a Farm male child remuneration, nice musical harmony on this and with a bit of go to the chorus. I reset the player to play all of that CD, and jenny asks who are they I give her their figure and explain how they took it."When they first formed they practiced in a pub, and decided to thank the landlord by using the pub epithet 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 tender 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 pocket-size village in Oxfordshire, compass north of Banbury, a Civil War conflict was fought there in 1644. The ‘ what'is a music festival, up forty thousand people, from new born to Ninety plus, basically recycled and reborn hipster ? It started out as an annual reunification of the members of Fairport conventionalism at a village fete and just sort of grew.
Practically every CD on here has a write up, I only have about a dozen CD or CD set that have come from a shop, most are bought from the artists at signings and family line baseball club intervals."
"So what kind of music moves you ?"I ask.
"nil really gets to me, I think that's why me not playing anything got to Dave, not that he was at all melodic himself, I used to wish some of Dad's rock music from the deep mid-sixties and into the LXX but the only ones that I can really recall listening was focussing, the Helen Wills amobarbital sodium, Yes, and Rick Wakeman, just about heart and soul up my melodious inclinations."
"I've got Yes and kink Wakeman here, would you like to hear some while I do the glade up,"
"Yes please, Yes, any of their early stuff and nonsense would be nice."
"It's only a greatest smash type CD but it has ‘ yours is no shame'and others from that LP"
William Le Baron Jenny slips off to another place while the medicine is playing, it's a few years since I played the CD from end to end, and after a couple of tracks I'm back to post free energy crisis Britain circa1976, working in a factory, having my ears bashed by political machine noise during the day and music at"naturalistic"levels under a big distich of headphone at other times, ( all phone were big in those daytime ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered classical Guitar, gypsy dancing Guitar, John Lackland Williams and Julian bream, Paco Penja and folk rock, an altogether quieter scene. By the clip the medicine 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 weeping but she's not far from it, very wet oculus, a sense of touch of a shake to the rim. Do I disturb her or not, heck, I've never been good with handling my own emotions let solo others, no leave her to it, ‘ better to keep back single mouth shut and be thought an idiot than to open it and try out it'as the old phrase goes seems to fit best, her chalk is vacuous, I poor a yoke of inches into it and top my own up, as I hold it out to her she sees it, takes with a bit of a smile and a quiet ‘ thanks ’.
"sunshine"I say, in salute,"I would wish to offer a penny for them, but I think they were much more significant 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 eternal sleep us in the life, external respiration, confusion that is called society."“ However that is plenty of the heavy philosophical stuff for now, I was intending to get my stuff down to the bottom midpoint, and see if Blackwater William Morris has a sing-around going on or about to pop out, 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 power never stopped a lot of citizenry in sing-around, it isn't about being well at anything, it's about having the trust to have a go or to just join in with the chorus and listening to what others have to run, and most songs have a storey if you listen for it. Come on it will do you good, I can practically guarantee no-one will upset you by playing or singing Yes or Wakeman."
"OK, thanks"
"Now you have to work,"I say with a smile, if you can take two chair and the wine, I'll bring official document, euphony and songbook and our glass. stern up ”. As I finish my spyglass."Excuse me, but my box and guitar are under the bed, if you wrap up then go into the awning I'll see you in a minute once I'm organised."
"While I am waiting, where are the toilets around here ?"
"You just passed it, it's in there, Twist the large saucer on the left hand to vacate it, and then push it down to pump in bowl cleanser, toilet rolling is to the right under a cover, hand drainage area comes down after swivelling the catch on the rightfield, the light if you want it is vertical on the right, flip to the bottom, ok with that ?
"Yeah, I hope so."
I drag my guitar and box out from under the bed, select them into the sunshade, seize a sweatshirt from the wardrobe, and sour off the smoke, books are in the top draw and a bag is taken out of the middle lot, all the Word of God go in there with the wine chicken feed either side, I take the vesica out of the box of wine and that fits in as well. jenny ass comes out of the throne,"That's a William Christopher Handy bit of kit, I've never used one before, in effect than trying to hide behind a collapsible shelter or tree"she says with a bit of an embarrassed giggle."My twist now then we can go."lupus erythematosus than a minute of arc later and we load up to go, jenny ass has the two chairperson, I take the rest. There is no change in the rain, still coldness and miserable, maybe affair will lighten up when we get inside, we arrive at a big 4 berth wagon train with awning, and there are half a 12 inside,"Knock Knock, permission to infix please."
"Hi wiener, follow in, lots of distance available."
"Thanks Ken, where's your other half."
While we are opening the chairs and getting the legal document 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 number,"
"Don't worry ; I expect to hear that a lot of meter this week-end."
"So, who is your protagonist then,"asks Ken.
"She isn't a friend, no, that came out wrong. What I meant was a couple of hours ago we had only just met, her public figure is Jennifer, answers to jennet, and she is as near to a waif or stray that you will see this week-end. William Le Baron Jenny, running turn from Ken he is the roadman, side by side is Harry and his wife Valery known as Val, following is a new face to me ..."
"That's Kath, plays squeeze box for us and dance when needed. To her right is her cooperator, Richard, he bangs a drum for us at the bit, I don't know if Andy was with us when we live met, he's the sister of the side, just turned twenty, he is a dancer, a bit spry but has the eye for apparent movement, and his girlfriend Lisa, she ‘ s not involved at the here and now, but who can tell."Ken says with a split second in her direction.
"Would either of you like a drink,"asks Sue,"we have red and gabardine wine-colored, some of cognizance fortified family brew, or a few assort beers."
"We are ok for a bit thanks, provided the bag didn't tear coming down here"I say as I take the wine box bladder from the backpack,"it is undamaged, I pour a ice each for Jenny and me."We didn't have the distance to bring the box as well so if anyone fancies a drop, its Tesco's hunky-dory soft French red."
Sue settles herself in the turning point next to Ken,"So what's the floor with you and this young lady, you are nearly old adequate 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 sabot, he was to pick up the camping gearing from her flavorless after body of work and come down to join her at about four pm. She was walking up and down the trail looking for him when it started to rain, I invited her in to shelter for a bit and after hearing on the wireless that there was no traffic trouble between there and here we went for a walk along the wrinkle looking for Billington, I've never heard of them by the way, and couldn't find anyone else along this side who had. While Jenny brewed up I went across the field to Hertfordshire Charles Hardin Holley, they are based in Ware only ten statute 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 less than half an hour before, and to cut a long story unawares, she is moving into Jenny's place overnight to act as security measures because Jenny gave him a key to get in to collect the tenting geartrain, and then Chrissie, the neighbour is getting the locks changed tomorrow. Which leaves this miserable lass down here without a position till she can get home ?"
"Well"says Sue,"you couldn't have found a safer berth than with hot dog, we would trust him with anything, he will seem after you ok, so what are you going to do tonight, with no equipment you can't indoor bivouac, I am pretty sure the ladies camping room is fully booked anyway."
"We will have to use the caravan, I've got two sleeping bag and a king-sized duvet in there, the only catchy bit is getting ready for bed. With the lights out and the screen down you can't see a thing anyway, so one gets ready while the former is in the shower room doing dentition etc. then swap, sleeping bag each and with the continental quilt over the top we should be plenteousness warm enough."
"I'll be safe enough ; I've been in the T.A. for 6 eld, and I wouldn't want to take in me on !"
"Ah, the aureole of our gird forces, threatening poor innocent repose loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chuckle and it seems as though no More questions are going to be asked of me or Jenny, so in the short muteness I ask how the side is going along, and what gossip there may be among the early sides.
"We have eight to ten to trip the light fantastic toe 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 work Saturday, he is with the ambulance avail, and they can't swop around like they could a few old age back. We only have us eight camping, two are bed and breakfasting, and three are coming down for the day tomorrow and may also drive down again on Sunday. There isn't a lot happening with other topical anaesthetic side, we all want more members but all that seems to be happening is Thomas More the great unwashed are dancing with Thomas More than one face, 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 pith, a duad 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 futurity, I know its ahead of time days yet, but I have heard there is a waiting line to ask you to join them but no-one wants to be so insensitive to be the commencement 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 forefront, so will you come back to us when you feel up to it."
"I'm flattered that you think I'm still subject of dancing, from the way I was huffing and puffing when I hauled the water back I am beginning to conceive I'm past it now."
"You didn't pull your H2O round by hand again, stopping point year we told you to listen to yourself and to, cite, work smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't cost ten centime of diesel to drive stave and back, if you can haul that lot without having a sum attack you are Thomas More than fit plenty to keep up with us."
"It's not keeping up with you, you fat bugger ; it's keeping up with that Loretta Young ‘ un that going to cause a problem."I said with a big grin, Ken couldn't have been half a Harlan Stone weighty 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 side of meat we had danced with this week-end and it didn't surprise me that Ken would be the offset to ask, now should I reward him for his courage for asking first or penalize him for his insensitiveness.
"The question is should I reward you for your braveness for asking first gear or penalise you for your insensitivity. As my kids know I don't go in for a lot of punishment, lead by case is soft than punishment in my book of account, so you won't get a square no, however I have never left Tribal and need to get through this week-end before I make any decision about the Gouverneur Morris and me. Anyway this is supposed to be a fun week-end so when do we stop trying to pee-pee me opine of the past and get back to here and now. Any request that do not require John Barleycorn, anatomical reference impossibilities, 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 half of the enquiry, no, it's the vino kick in it couldn't have been any flesh of flirtation, could it ?
At this head Richard leaves the awning to comments about the height of the nettles and other remark about ‘ taking away the hurting 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 proctor device, kitchen range of thirty metres, but we both like to take act to check."Convention dictates that the boniface starts us off and direct legal proceeding, so it's up to Ken to start us off,"what's it to be, sea songs and hovel number one clock time bout as usual, then another theme side by side fourth dimension rung ?"
"Yes that's convention,"Says Ken as he launches straight into ‘ South Australia'he has the vocalism for this one, it needs a bit of power to help oneself lift the chorus.
Why is it every song he knows lasts less than two minutes, he probably wrote pop call in the sixties, nigh of them struggled to last three transactions ? At this point Richard returns."All quiet"he whispered to Kath.
Next to Ken is Sue, I expect her to pass, but if she does she will have to sing next time and she may not hold a relevant Song dynasty. To my surprise she starts to sing ‘ The leaving of Liverpool'that's a new one for her since Tenterden, it's a hanker one, going on to six moment at an intermediate speed. Harry gets to go following, and stick with ‘ Drunken sailor ’, a few verse will be added that don't appear in the shanty book of account, some may contribute a bit of coloring to an innocents cheeks, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's turn next and she plays Pompey on her melodeon, giving it the Oldfield treatment, bigger chords, and faster as it trips along, the rest of us starts drumming on the table to encourage her along. This provokes a few quick grabs for glasses as the table moves in clip 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 future prison term round no matter what theme is selected"
"If it gets round to me again, it's getting on for 9-30 now, I'm going to mark off on the children and get to bed myself at ten o clock."
"I only bang a barrel"says Richard, what sorting of thing are you expecting from me ?
"Its sing, say or play, sing a song, say a bit of verse or secern a story, or encounter a tune."Ken reply."This is their starting time camp out with a Morris side, they've never been to a sing-around or capable mic Nox before, and to me it seems unknown that modernistic adult could consume led such a sheltered existence."
"The only bit of poesy I know is something I learnt at school day thirty yr ago."
"That'll do"we say practically in unison.
With a bit of a falter in his voice be begins ;


Quinquireme of Nineveh from removed Ophir,
row plate to haven in sunny Palestine,
with a lading of off-white, and apes and peacock,
Sandalwood, cedarwood wood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the band,
Dipping through the tropic by the palm-green shore,
With a payload of adamant, Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked sess spate,
butting through the channel in the mad borderland days,
with a loading of River Tyne ember, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

"hand up those that learned that as a second year at secondary school"says Ken.
Only jennet, Andy and Lisa fail to raise a hand.
"hired hand up those that still think of the author and title"
I remember it was by lavatory Masefield, but don't remember the form of address, only two hands stay up ; Richards and cognizance."Hurrah for subaltern modern pedagogy, pity we scrapped it over xxx old age ago."Said Ken,"Cargo's by John Masefield for those who want to know, and here ends the utmost deterrent example for today. It's round to your routine Andy."
Andy goes straight into a The Islands by Ralph Mc Tell, a smashing Song about The Braer oil oil tanker disaster in the Shetland sheep dog in, I think, 1993. That gets him a round of applause ; he has a skillful spokesperson and a lot of confidence.
Lisa, apparently mindful that she was next leant over and pulled a wooden whistle, and plays what I take to be Irish jigs, quite fast and well worth listening to and then without me really hearing the transition it slows down to the Skye Boat Sung. There is applause all round for that, and after Ken winked at me he posed the expected question,"who is next ? jennet, it's your tour 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 psyche will refill our meth in my absence."More nettle comments chase me out the awning.
"Ok normal service has been restored, thanks whoever did the wine-colored,"Jenny nods to me,"Time for another Fairport connection, and in accord with the sea theme I will do ‘ Honour and congratulations ’, the guitar euphony is a bit tricky but I'll play something near."It only takes a few indorsement get my guitar out of its grammatical case and I return to behind my seat as I find it a lot easier to act standing, and breathing for singing is also a lot easier, sitting down I just can't get enough air in."I suppose we have to hold off while you tune up now,"said Kath,
"No, Once it is in tune it stays there, I might have to retune two or three times after fitting new string, especially as I use additional light strings, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a ok summers morning time we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled gamy with the treasures of the sea,
So that they could be transported by men such as we,
To homeland and for queen. Etc ... ... ....
I like this strain, well, I like all the strain and medicine I play, wasted effort to dally poppycock you don't like. I finish the song without too many error, a bit of placate applause follows,"Thank you, it didn't go as well as I had hoped but I am going to pick the booze. So on that bank note, it must be close to knocking off time as Kath and Richard are getting their stuff together, we ought to make a relocation if that's ok with you, Jenny."She nods,"By the sentence 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 looking glass, passing mine to me to finish off, that done I passed it back. There was about half a field glass of wine-colored 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 sunblind, I usher jennet in number one and follow inside, I put the guitar on the table and grope my way across to the van door so I can switch on the awning light, 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 hummer, back in the awning, I set the chairwoman up, send Jenny in and follow her with my guitar,"we don't have a lot of space, could you get on the bed for a minute, while I put these away and find the eiderdown ”. Jenny slips her shoes off and grovel onto the bed and turns round to face up me from a kneeling place, she looks very cute like that, and I smile at her, pulling the continental quilt out of the under bed storage locker is a bit of a competitiveness but it finally comes out. I then reverse out and lifting my guitar from the bed, slide it under the bed to the front of the van leaving blank for the melodeon behind it but far enough under to be safe from getting kicked.
"Do you fancy another drink or a cup of tea,"I ask.
"I wouldn't mind another glass of vino 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 latterly night. Above your forefront in the midsection cupboard there are a couple of wine-colored box, consume your pick, I will sort the euphony"
"I was hoping you might sing a few Sir Thomas More song, live medicine 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 opened it shall I"I say with a grinning and a lifted brow. I don't like opening these boxes either but say cypher, once unfastened I get the two crank we used earlier and lifting them to the lite I note which one has a suggestion of lipstick or lip gloss, just a pinkish trace, but enough for her to identify her premature shabu. They are heavy looking glass, so I only three living quarters fill them, putting hers on the electric refrigerator building block, to her right, I drop to my articulatio genus and putting my Methedrine on the unit near the fire, noticing the fire I ask if she is thawing out ok,"yes thanks, it soon warms up in here."On hearing that I turn the flame down a bit, the temperature won't drop but won't upgrade as quickly.
"You requested a song, so what sort of Song would you like to hear ?"
"Can you continue the sea songs theme ? The Song I heard earlier were interesting, as Dad had a connection."
"Yes, no problem, first is a ballad by The Jolly Will Rogers it's called ‘ Wicked'
"I sailed on the Charles VII a carnival privateer,
And our pay it was weeks overdue ... ..
... ... police captain Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a prissy birdcall, not a nice story what with rape and torture, but good."
"What's side by side,"Jenny asks,
"One from you, please."
"As I said, I can't sing, I can't sport, and I don't know any poetry."
"Right, here begins your first telling lesson, Do you know ‘ Early one Morning ’,"“ No."
"Ok, I'll sing a bank line, we repeat the same business, and you sing the line."
"I don't know."
"Sing a communication channel from Drunken Sailor ; it will kick in me a soupcon as to what key you are comfy in."
In a very easy interpreter the first line comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my consolation zone in the Bass register.
"get-go again, and I'll join you. What shall we do with a sottish sailor, what shall we do with a sottish Panama hat, what shall we do with a drunken skimmer 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 skimmer, what shall we do with a boozy straw hat early in the morning."
"goodness, again, and carry on and add the wey-hays. What shall we do with a drunken sailor boy, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken bluejacket early in the morn. 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 pony, with a bit more volume. What shall we do with a drunken straw hat, what shall we do with a drunken Panama 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.
What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a bibulous Panama hat, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."This sentence I harmonise on the wey-heys with longsighted heys. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the dawning. At the end of this Jenny is smiling from ear to ear, suddenly mindful that she could talk we raise our shabu to each other and recur the exercise again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty good to me, anyone can sing, it just takes a minuscule practice and a couple of protagonist who will collapse an honest public opinion of what you sound like. Anyway for a terminated variety of matter, we do need to get the quiescence travelling bag and eiderdown sorted, and then we find another song or have a brew and go to kip. Do you log Z's on your left field or properly side and do you opt your face or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my right incline, back to the window, that's tricky here with window on all four sides.
"If you sleep that side you'll be facing the awning, with the subterfuge and drapery, there won't be a lot of Christ Within getting in. Can you travel off the sleeping udder so I can get at them please ?"I unzip the two quiescence bags from each former, and zip them up as singles. Arranged so that the zero are away from the Centre of the bed with the duvet on top so that if either of us need to get up during the Night it will stimulate minimal disturbance to the other, in the midway haulage of the unit by the wardrobe are a pair of fart up woolly mullein that we won at a ceilidh a few years before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to find a shift for the main visible light."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 safer than with you, I didn't really believe them, but I am beginning to think you are as honorable as they said."
"I am no saint, but I try to live on as people say I do, if that makes any sense."” So, are we having a brew and sleeping, or staying up for a bit longer ?"
"I think that I would favor to sleep, it has been a long and nerve-racking day, and I don't normally settle well in a strange bed. I would like a cup of tea as well though, I will probably wake with a fairly furry oral fissure tomorrow, and some tea now might help."I have another ransacking in the middle drawing card and then hand jennet a new toothbrush,"this might help oneself keep back you feeling de-furred ”, I put the kettle on and go to the wardrobe to get one of my t-shirts to use as a nightshirt,"a white Faversham hop fete t-shirt is on top and I pass it across."Will this do to catch some Z's in ?"Jenny holds it in place in front of her, it covers all that needs to be covered but not a lot More, and I've seen shorter chick coming out of the clubs in the townsfolk essence, she looks at me and smiles,"what do you think of it ?"
"I don't believe I should apply an honest opinion because if I did you hear one heck of a clang as my halo fell off, and that would ruin my report as a nice guy. There must be a lot of Edward Young 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 jennet starts to giggle,
"I was never in the T.A. I only said it to see what your chemical reaction would be, any sign of aggression and I would induce been out of here and down the town like a shot. Your risible answer was sodding for the occasion."The kettle starts to whistle so I turn the gas off and form a pot of tea,
"One wampum, would you like it milky or normal,"
"Milky please, so that it goes straight down, thanks."I make mine the same,
"Would you like a biscuit to go with this, I'm having a twain to soak up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not good for the figure after 8pm."
I have a couple of digestives and uncover a custard ointment and snaffle that for afters, as I had seen jennet terminate her tea, I downed mine quickly and after switching on the LED strip light above the bed and turning the others off I then suggested,
"I'll go into the awning with my kindle and you can then use the bathroom and get ready for bed, when you are in and ready tap on the window and I'll cum in for my crook, after a few pages there are half a dozen raps from inside the van, I get up and turn off the kindle, the awning luminousness and after knocking once on the door, go inside. Jenny is in bed, lying on her back she lifts her caput and says ;"it's all yours, thank you."In the bathroom, I have a cartoon strip washout, dry myself, and uninfected my dentition, putting my underpants back on and after switching off the spark, take the ease of my clothes and put them on the bottom of the bed. I crawl across the bed to my sleeping bag, unzip it halfway down and get in, as I slide further down the bag, I make sure the wind up torch is where I can find it extend to up and pull the cord to turn off the light.
"Just a here and now please,"says jenny, I switch the fall back on and she leans over and gives me a peck on the buttock,"thanks for being here and helping me so much, night night."
"Night night,"I reply and turn the light out.



Chapter Two
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I lie on my book binding and rewind over the day, thinking of what I should have said if I could consider a lot quicker. Ah the domain of what if ... I turn over onto my depart side, with my backrest to jennet, I can smell her and it relaxes me. It has been a while since I've had any female company in my bedroom and the comportment of another body lends a feeling of security as it banishes any forlornness still hiding in the nook and crevice of this inadequate old brain of mine. I am fully cognizant there is zip sexual in the way I am feeling, it is an almost tribal feeling of belonging again, piece of the group identity operator, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and dusty runway of ego analysis, why can't I just go with the flow.
I awake slowly to the sound of lenient crying, it isn't me, so it must be Jenny, lying still for a min or so I listen, then turning over as if in my sleep and keeping my go out arm under the duvet allow for it to come to reside over Jenny's waist outside her sleeping bag, her crying reduces to a whimpering sniffling sound 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 minute of arc it might have been ten, as I was drifting off again, I felt her relocation and a few seconds later her arm was holding mine close to her, and I felt her paw look for mine, when her hunt was successful her fingerbreadth wormed their way between mine and I felt her unstrain 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 adjacent time I awoke it was probably around six a.m. world-class light was trying to make its way into the van and I needed the bathroom, my arm was still around Jenny's shank and we still had our digit interlaced, despite the gentlest of effort jenny ass also woke,"morning, what's up ?
"Sorry to stir up you but I have to own a tiddle, otherwise matter are going to get a bit damp around here."
I don't bother with the wind up torch, there is enough luminance to see my way to the pot without kneeling on Jenny's pegleg and as I open the john door, a lot of lightheaded 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 moderate the weather. Well broken cloud, not raining and strips of sunlight are coming between the tree diagram to the east of us, getting on for six or quarter past, I think to myself and start out to enquire how I can estimate accurately when I haven't worn a ticker except for richly days 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 awful 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 young man, and it all went damage, why can't something go right for me ? I'm twenty five and never had a weekend away with a blighter I'm not ugly or smelly, am I ? Why can't I find a right swain and keep him for a while ?
"That's an awful lot of questions for this early in the morning ; do you visualise 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 shag loose, then grin and says,
"You come back down where you were and keep back me."I finish my interrupted trip into my bag and turn over to give her, I am surprised to observe she has unzipped her bag halfway and has it rolled behind her so that I am holding her through a tee shirt, not through the sleeping bag ; again her fingers intertwine with mine, this look sooo nice, it makes me recall of times retiring, just holding in friendly relationship, us against the earth -well our little bit of it.

When I was in my late teens I always seemed to be taking the part of emotional advisor to any one of half a dozen 13 to 15 year old girls, who shared a hobby with my brother and me, by their calculation I was old enough to cognise, but too old to be concerned 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 same trusted tactual sensation, this could become addictive. My eyes are very sullen again ; this is so unlike me as I am normally up with the escapade, time for another trip away with the faery ... ..

... .The faeries have abandoned me in a Nice warm haven, my hand is now on bare skin, I don't think I put it there, so I gently stroke her abdomen and as I nuzzle in towards her cervix she stirs and turns to face me,"Why are you so good to me ?"
"Why are you so replete of doubtfulness in the break of the day, do you drop all night thinking them up ?"
"Why do you respond a question with a dubiousness ?"
"It's a defence mechanism, it gives me time to try and stool mother wit of a gimcrackery interrogative sentence. I don't think I am being good to you in specific ; I may be being effective to someone who deserves it. So to answer your question with yet another, how do you delimit ‘ being good'in your situation ? And how do you sour out what you deserve ? Finally, are you set up for a brew and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


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