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This is a fiction floor, not fantasy and while there is a lot of passion and some very erotic action mechanism in later parts and in Scripture two if you are looking for raw action at law then I am sorry but this is n't the Word of God for you.


Chapter One
Meeting


It's Friday 29th of April, 4pm and I've just driven into Fort Second Earl of Chatham Grammar shoal in Rochester. It is a grey and chilly afternoon as I drive through the car park and onto the sports field, a abruptly drive along the properly mitt side of the field to halfway along the fencing material beside the lawn tennis courts, this where I pull up and park the caravan parallel with the fencing to join with other camping bus etc. performing at the Sweeps festival. I have been coming to swing for over 20 long time but this is the first since I lost my wife. This class I'm not performing - a side we both danced with final stage yr has put me on their strength for the weekend - so I can just relax and catch up with intelligence and chin-wagging from ally in other sides that I've not seen since the Tenterden folk weekend survive October.
First things first though, wind the corner steadies down and level the two berth caravan and break through a can of Old Speckled Hen before I get the awning up, hopefully before the darkening clouds drop the pelting that is forecast for over night and early sunrise, not as easy single handed and I definitely feel the need for a few orang-utan genes as my arms seem to be a good foot too short-change to hold up the fabric and catch the next pole that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, next is to arrange the two solar control board and get the electrics connected up, the last chore is to get some water - forty litres in the aquamarine paradiddle and ten for the toilet tank- it's a bit of a trek round to the other side of the land site and a fair weight to haul back but I haven't used the car to shift piddle before and hopefully I'm not going to start for a few yr yet. Ye gods though, it seems twice as far this year, I wish I'd used my puffer before I left, on my take to the caravan I connect the Aqua-roll and run the ticker until the smell of sterilising fluid dissipates then fill the kettle for a brew, While the kettle hole is heating I make the bed up, I don't fancy trying to catch some Z's on either of the one size of it bed at the sides of the van, knowing my luck I'll probably dip out, so make up the good width bed as we usually did, it's about six foot three second power ; lots of elbow room to spread out in, bloody lonely though, ‘ snap out of it'I tell myself, ‘ that way leads to more locoweed and Depression ’.
I connect my MP3 player into the van strait system and hear to Amazing Blondel's"England ”, a most relaxing LP/CD to listen to. I had the LP from the 70 and bought the re-mastered CD from the artist when they were at"folk music off the pier"at Cromer. To further ease my way into the weekend the kettledrum starts to whistle as"Seascape"begins and the 1st driblet of rain line of gab onto the awning, oh well, two out of three isn't too bad. Sitting in the sunblind with a goodly enceinte mug of steaming Yorkshire tea, I think back over the last xx three years, here for all but one or two sweep, I have danced, played, or drummed for six, no seven slope, I prefer border and molly and am not so lament on nor'-west, this means that whilst I may well only know thirty or xl people's epithet I am on nodding terms with a hundred or more, that's the sort of company I will prize this week-end, and there should be a sing-around or open awning somewhere on the discipline every evening.
The rain sounds as though it's getting heavier so I glance up from my Kindle to check and see soul walking slowly along the row of vans and collapsible shelter as though looking for somebody or another. female and in her twenties, disconsolate whisker pulled back into a very long pony tush, not a great trade of make-up although not too easy to secernate in the diminished lighting, this coupled with her gloomy clothing makes accurate idea hard. She is about five foot six or seven and slim but with a figure, inglorious short coat tailored in to the waist and flaring over her pelvic arch, black or navy trousers, black shoes with a slight heel, billet female child, secretaire, land agent ? Nosey, odd or just trying to serve,"Do you need any help ?"I ask and she jumps as though I poked her in the ribs.
"No thanks, I'm waiting for my boyfriend, he's bringing the camping stuff and we arranged to meet along here about an hr ago, assuming the traffic on the M11 & M25 was unspoilt or sometime later if it was bad. The trouble is he doesn't have a mobile phone so I can't contact him to observe out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my awning for a few mo or so, I can pick up Essex and Kent dealings news on the radio in the van so at least you can take an idea 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 60 minutes to his arrival time."I stop Blondel and tune the radio receiver to ninety five point three FM. A few minutes later at twenty-five past tense five BBC Essex reports all open on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the bridge circuit, around 15 minutes delay and no reported hold in Kent.
"Well"I say"It doesn't look like there are any dealings hassles, between here and ... where is he coming from, you didn't say ?"
"He's coming from Bishops Stortford where he collected the camping power train from my flat, and should let left about two o'clock ; he assumed an 60 minutes for the M11 and M25, twenty hour for dealings over the nosepiece, and another forty for A2, M2, and Rochester and he should have got arrived around four o'clock ”."I don't know what to do ; he should hold all our encampment stuff and nonsense and my clothes for the weekend !"
"In your place I would want to find out if he has left or not, and if he has left, when he left. Another thought, since you were both coming here, either you or he is a member of one of the sides performing this week-end, it might be Worth searching them out to find out if they may give birth heard anything, so who are you with ?
"Dave dances with Billington patten, 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 trade good to know names, I'm wiener, so shall we see if we can find Billington, I assume they are on this incline of the battlefield as that's where you were looking."
"Dave said they camped on the right mitt side on the edge of the theater of operations, I suppose that depends on which way you're facing but I assumed he was talking in terms of arrival which would be this side of the field."
"OK, I have been coming to sweeps for nearly twenty year, I know a lot of face, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and make for our way down to the bottom centre, the side down there is usually Blackwater Robert Morris, we danced with them for four or five years around the crook of the century, I only have one brolly so we will best share that as it's sounding a bit damp out there, although it always sounds wetter under an awning than it actually is international. Do you know the names of any Billington people so at to the lowest degree we can be sociable ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"Dark blue Hyundai I10"she says as a shadow car coming, no, it's a little Honda. We walk towards the tone at the top end of the field of honor, I can't see any Esther Hobart McQuigg Slack Morris kit at the camping bus van parked at the end so after knocking on the door, it is answered by a man in his Fifties or thereabouts holding a dry 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 a great deal in fuel to get here and back from Bedford and with May Day on Sunday they want to dance the sun up, and then do pub dance out locally, so though we are booked in we won't be dancing."
"Do you know what slope is parked next to you, or do you have any idea where Billington clog might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a clue who is adjacent to us, Pretty Grim are the other 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 Midweek evenings at a hotel in Bishops Stortford, that's just about all I know, not a lot of help am I ?"
"Never mind, we'll go and see if anyone is in side by side door, if not we can ask at Grim, I know a few of them and a couple of them are very lettered about east Anglian sides ”. The rain is now a steady gentle rain, not insensate, but the breeze makes it finger chilly. There is no-one around the tents, so we move down the descent, a couple of downhearted mass are sipping beer and talking under a gazebo and they say it is a Cotswold side next door on the entrance side, the rest of Pretty Grim are down the town getting food, so we continue on to the next collection of vans and tents, these belong to merl Border, Another side from Bedfordshire, it's their first time here as a slope, a few extremity have been here with early slope but no-one has heard of Billington. We are nearly halfway down the outset face of the field, still looking for his car and looking behind us every time a car comes onto the field, the next couple of collapsible shelter belong to Winstree Hundred clog dancing, they are a long established side from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for years, almost of their people are nearer to Blackwater, again cipher knows of Billington and their travelling salesman has a dance program for the festival - this is just a guide to where incline might or might not be - it has been said that organising a dance schedule for Morris side is akin to herding true cat ! The dance schedule doesn't list Billington.
"Thanks for your help, I suppose that Billington are just coming down for a spirit 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 drink ”, I suggest. When we get back to the van we go inside the van to dry out and get warmed through.
"I don't like the way things are looking here, it seems very strange that no-one has heard of them. I might well go for a wander down towards Blackwater and see who is between us and them and then cross to the other face of the study and witness Hertfordshire Buddy Holly if they are camping this yr ; they are from ware and if I remember correctly that's only ten geographical mile from Stortford, Some-one must have a go at it something about them, If you can ascertain the kettle and puddle brew, the fixings are in there."I say, pointing to the cupboard over the cooker, be back in five mo or so."
I continued walking down the field towards Blackwater ; next to us are visitor from Holland just come to see the festival and then move on somewhere else, past them are the remainder of Winstree and then it's Rising titlark they are from north-east Essex, and they tell me that Harwich and Priory are between them and Blackwater, thanking them I head towards the position of the campsite inverse my van where the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree are growing down a plunge cant, asking at the first campervan with lights on whom they are and if they know of Billington geta ?"Sorry, I can't be of a great deal assist we're Moon, 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 with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A short wander to a group of instrumentalist and a twain of motion confirm that they are indeed Hertfordshire Buddy Holly but no-one knows of Billington. That, so far as I am concerned, means that Billington doesn't exist, the entirely really care question 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 athletic contest track round the field, I recognise a mates of Blackwater people, give them a wave and yell out that I'll be down later after I've eaten. Back at the van, in the awning Jennifer doesn't look very happy at all, the alight isn't trade good but it looks like she's had a few tears.
"What's up ?"I ask,
"Chrissie, she's has the flat next to me, rang just after you left as she was wondering where I was. I'm normally menage before her and as she had seen Dave in the Red Lion smoking shelter while she was getting her dinner from the Tesco's just over the road from there, she had assumed we had cancelled our head trip here."On hearing this a theory was forming in my idea,"I don't want to pry but if Chrissie is in the flat next to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a flat ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the short somewhat abrupt reply.
"Pure speculation, but do you live by yourself and if so has anyone else got a key to your insipid"?
"Since you don't know where I live I can differentiate you that, I do hold out solo, and Chrissie has my second spare key in case I lose mine or leave them at work, Dave has my other key ‘ cos all the camping stuff is mine and he was picking it up after piece of work, why ?"
"I'm just a little concerned at the way things are starting to shape up, so do you have much in the way of highschool economic value stuff in your matte, stereo, telly, and jewellery and so on, and was Dave aware of their time value and placement"?
"I have a few matter that are worth a bit, my Dad's musical cat's-paw, a broach that belonged to my gran that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to contrive aspersions without some sorting of proof but I can't assistant thought process that he might sustain planned to throw you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your stuff and nonsense ”. The colour drained from Jenny's case and she looked like her ramification weren't too steady, she rested her hands on the edge of the mesa 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 matter, another silver flute wouldn't be his ! !
"facial expression"I say,"If, note the if that is what somebody planned, it is fairly easily to spike their guns, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the significant items into her flat as soon as possible if she can, you could talk her through where they are Mobile to mobile assuming of course of action that she has one. I hope your Dad didn't drama thou piano or double freshwater bass, it might be a bit tricky for her."
"No there is cipher heavy, a champagne flute, two acoustic guitars, a melodeon and two concertinas."This was said while she was ringing Chrissie, it seemed to call for an age before she spoke to Chrissie, and then I thought she was going to get rallying cry as she said"Chrissie, I am ok but I need you to do me a hell of a big party favour if you can and as quickly as possible, I think Dave got me down here so he can purloin my Dad's clobber 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 Thomas More I think about it the more I worry about how rubber the rest of my things are, he was always asking about Dad's official document and why I didn't flirt them and why I spent so a good deal on clothes, he never seemed to cause any money and was always talking about his ‘ rich people'girlfriend."
"Right, while we are waiting to get back to Chrissie, did you establish a brew ?"
"Yes, sorry I forgot about it after Chrissie rang"
"Don't trouble, I ‘ ll do it, Milk and refined sugar ?"
"Yes please, Milk River, one lolly. Thanks for helping me I wouldn't have had a hint about any of this if you hadn't raised my suspicions, Chrissie didn't have a in effect word to say about Dave but I put it down to a touch of the picayune green monsters, but as I said, thinking about it, it seems so obvious now."
"I'm not so sure it is obvious, but I don't know him, and I still abide by ‘ inexperienced person until ’, teas up ! Come inside, I'll put the heater on to help with the thawing out, that mizzle is definitely feeling chilly on my shirt."
I made the bed up earlier, so we sat on the sharpness of the bed and the location may not have been the best to help her relax but she was looking strained,"Have a slurp of tea and get a bit of warmth inside you, you'll feel better for it,"
"ternion proceedings 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 CRT screen and the phone relocation to her ear, after a duad of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"Steady girl, make me a chance, I've just put my shopping on the table and grabbed your key."... There is a intermission, a doorway closing, a few steps ... key in another door and the speech sound of it opening,
"right field I'm in, your camping gear is in the G. Stanley Hall, and the telly is in view, as is the dark guitar on the wall."
"OK ! That's Dad's Fylde, go into my bedroom, another guitar by the bed,"
"Yes, a big one, light coloured, with a brightly coloured leather strap,"
"Great, that's pop Takamine, sorry to be so paranoid but did you mesh the front threshold when you came in"
"No, I didn't I'll pop back and do it now .... All secure I put the chemical chain on as well."
"rightfulness, now we can lease our time and give 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 melanize jewellery box in the top of that is a gilded brooch with leafy vegetable, amber and clear stones."
"Yes, it's here, Wow, Jenny that's beautiful, you won't vesture that when you go clubbing ! !
"No, that was grandmother's it's too old fashioned for today."
"We will contend about that later, what's succeeding to check, from the way you're worrying would I be too far out saying I have a madam of substance living next room access"
"We will discuss that when I get back, back to the living way, in the counter type thing in the right hand end open the doorway there should be an almost Edward D. White oblong squeeze-box and a lightlessness octagonal one, in the left handwriting side, a black directly box thirty five by twelve by three that's a flute, and another squeeze-box with leather bellows and wooden ends."
"All present and right, what happens now ?"
"Can you move all the musical instruments and the brooch into your monotonous along with anything else you think of as worth larceny, and thank you for being such a smashing friend ?"
"No ! I won't take the hazard, 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 oddity, I know your Dad died a pair of days ago, just before you moved in to the block, were all these instruments his, and refuse if you want to but what sort of economic value will I be babysitting for the weekend."
"This goes no further, Chrissie, right."
"Of line, Jenny, I'm just nosey, not a gossip."
"They were all dad, and are worth about eight thousand pounds, add in the brooch and you can just about doubly it.
"I wish I hadn't asked now, you know I don't like duty outside study, and this is a heck of a lot of confidence you're putting in me, I should feel blandish but I am a bit worried about the value of this lot."
"I hate to jam it on, but it's not the monetary value that's significant it's all sentimental."
"That's enough of that, I'm hanging up to get organised for my move, I will leave my door surface so that I can discover anyone in the hallway, while I'm getting packed, I'll ring you when I'm back in."
In jennet's savorless Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to time the move and keep jenny ass's unconditional 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 doorway and checks the gap that the mountain range allows, about two and a half inch, putting her wrist through it seems to allow a fair bit of apparent motion for her wrist and fingerbreadth, has she adequate flexibility to fit and remove the mountain range, I have the key and if I get the chain on and can't get it off again, jenny's clobber will be a lot secure once I've locked the door. Holding the door a ‘ too with her left hand in the missive box the tenacious melt off finger of her right hand lifts the mountain chain end, using her thumb as a guidebook along the duration of the chain slot, her finger tips detect the opening move for the end, it's very tight causing quite a bit of discomfort, but with an extra puff on the alphabetic character box, profit the space for the end to pop into the slot.
Yeah ! That's part 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 certain the door latch was home, finally after opening the door again to ensure the range of mountains is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own savorless to jam for the weekend. ‘ Don't need tea or coffee, take milk, cereal for tomorrow, dressing gown, modification of apparel, toiletry, make-up it doesn't seem like a lot, but it's only nightlong, I must get my phone charger, don't want it going compressed overnight. This'll do, both sets of Florida key 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 carpus 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 intellection was finished her finger had found the end of the chain and slipped it out of the channel. All done and with a sigh of relief she pulls the key from the doorway, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the cumulation of camping gear she slips the chain back into place.

book binding in Rochester Jenny is nearly climbing the paries"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"cum on Jenny, give her a chance, could you rearrange your weekend, pack a bag, fix your own place, move in, unpack, get the kettle on and ring back in LE than 15 min ?"
"I suppose you're ripe, but it doesn't block up me worrying about how affair are going."
"Once she has rung you back, and you know everything's secure and secure, I will sort out some solid food for us, it won't be posh but it will be warm and filling."I said, getting up and moving to the fridge and getting out a chicken curry I had made late Thursday, there isn't adequate to fulfil us both up but Elmer Rice or pasta will bulk it up. Next is to chance the wok under the cooker, on my knees head down and backside upwards, I get it out, grow the gas ring on low and tip the curry in.
"Would you prefer rice or pasta ?
"Pasta please"I'm in the heart of filling a saucepan for the pasta, when her phone goes, Beautiful South ringtone I think, remembering CDs my Kid had in the past.
"Hi, Chrissie how did you get on, Is everything ok ?
"Yes, all sorted, I locked and chained your room access on the way out, unlatched and unchained the door to get in with my stuff."
"Great, could you do one more thing for me tomorrow ?"
"Yes, if I can I will, you should know that by now.
"Thanks, Could you call the locksmith on Oak Lane, get him to issue forth out and commute the locks and leave 3 key fruit with you, my council tax money is with the poster 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 finalize up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a job, any particular kind of lock, or people of color or budget."
"No, heights security is the solely necessary, I have to go now it smells like dinner is ready, I will ring you tomorrow afternoon, to impart you an update on what's happening. Thanks again, Chrissie."
"Bye Jenny,"
"As you said, Jenny, food is just about ready, I know it's supposed to be ovalbumin 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 drop of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to experience the heating plant for hours.
"No, it's quite modest really, I make my own curry paste in bulk and then use half of what the particular formula I'm using song for, I divvy up the curry and tell jenny ass to take pasta to gustatory modality. Do you want to stay here in the warm and eat off your lap or move out into the sunshade and use the tabular array ?"
"I prefer to ride out warm and comfy thanks."
I turn on the MP3 thespian and select random replay of the albums on there. The Poozies come on outset, sexual love on a Farm male child Wages, nice concord on this and with a bit of go to the chorus. I reset the player to trifle all of that CD, and jennet asks who are they I give her their name and explicate 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 summertime album, only because I first heard them at Cropredy ‘ 95, that whole weekend was warmly going on towards hot and the Old truancy flowed nicely.
"Where or what is Cropedy'95 ?"She asks.
I reply,"It's is a ‘ where'and a ‘ what ’, the where is a small Village in Oxfordshire, north of Banbury, a Civil War battle was fought there in 1644. The ‘ what'is a medicine festival, up forty thousand people, from new born to XC plus, basically recycled and reborn hippies ? It started out as an annual reunion of the member of Fairport Convention at a village fete and just sort of grew.
Practically every CD on here has a fib, I only have about a dozen CD or CD sets that have come from a shop, most are bought from the artist at signings and common people club intervals."
"So what form of music moves you ?"I ask.
"Nothing really gets to me, I think that's why me not playing anything got to Dave, not that he was at all musical himself, I used to wish some of Dad's rock euphony from the late sixties and into the seventies but the only one that I can really remember hearing was Focus, the Moody Blues, Yes, and Rick Wakeman, just about summation up my musical inclinations."
"I've got Yes and Rick Wakeman here, would you like to hear some while I do the glade up,"
"Yes please, Yes, any of their other poppycock would be nice."
"It's only a greatest hits type CD but it has ‘ yours is no shame'and others from that LP"
jenny ass slips off to another place while the music is playing, it's a few year since I played the CD from end to end, and after a couple of tracks I'm back to post vigor crisis Britain circa1976, working in a mill, having my ears bashed by auto noise during the day and medicine at"realistic"stage under a big pair of headphones at former metre, ( all earpiece were big in those Day ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered classical Guitar, Flamenco Guitar, lav Thomas Lanier Williams and Julian freshwater bream, Paco Penja and common people rock'n'roll, an altogether restrained scene. By the time the medicine had got towards the end of Starship cavalryman, the washing up is all done and put away, I look at Jenny, she is definitely moved by some memory or another, she isn't crying but she's not far from it, very wet eyes, a touch of a tremble to the lip. Do I shake up her or not, heck, I've never been upright with handling my own emotions let alone others, no leave her to it, ‘ considerably to keep ones mouth shut and be thought an moron than to open it and establish it'as the old phrase goes seems to fit skillful, her looking glass is empty, I poor a couple of inch into it and top my own up, as I hold it out to her she sees it, takes with a bit of a grinning and a quiet ‘ thanks ’.
"Cheers"I say, in salutation,"I would like to offer a penny for them, but I think they were much more important than that, the music and the memories it provokes does get to you doesn't it, despite what you said earlier, that is good, it means you're still with the rest us in the living, breathing, muddiness that is called society."“ However that is enough of the heavy philosophical stuff for now, I was intending to pack my hooey down to the bottom centre, and see if Blackwater William Morris has a sing-around going on or about to start, if you're up to it you are More than welcome to fall in 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 masses in sing-around, it isn't about being good at anything, it's about having the confidence to birth a go or to just join in with the chorus and listening to what others have to play, and almost songs have a account if you listen for it. number 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 act,"I say with a smiling, if you can take two chairs and the wine-coloured, I'll bring musical instrument, music and songbook and our glasses. Bottoms up ”. As I finish my glass."Excuse me, but my box and guitar are under the bed, if you wrap up then go into the sunshade I'll see you in a bit once I'm organised."
"While I am waiting, where are the toilets around here ?"
"You just passed it, it's in there, Twist the large record on the left to empty it, and then force it down to pump in bowl cleaner, toilet roll is to the rightfield under a cover, manus river basin comes down after swivelling the catch on the right, the light if you want it is vertical on the right wing, change over to the bottom, ok with that ?
"Yeah, I hope so."
I drag my guitar and box out from under the bed, hold them into the awning, snap up a sweatshirt from the wardrobe, and turn off the heater, Book are in the top draw and a bag is taken out of the middle draw, all the record book go in there with the wine shabu either side, I take the vesica out of the box of wine and that fits in as well. Jenny comes out of the sewer,"That's a handy bit of kit, I've never used one before, better than trying to hide behind a tent or tree"she says with a bit of an embarrassed giggle."My turn now then we can go."Less than a minute later and we load up to go, Jenny has the two chairs, I take the rest. There is no change in the rainwater, still cold and miserable, maybe things will lighten up when we get inside, we arrive at a gravid 4 berth caravan with awning, and there are half a twelve inside,"Knock bang, permission to insert please."
"Hi frankfurter, come in, lot of distance available."
"Thanks Ken, where's your early 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 washing up, we're both sorry about Linda, we didn't hear until too tardy to come,"
"Don't concern ; I expect to listen that a lot of times this week-end."
"So, who is your ally then,"asks Ken.
"She isn't a friend, no, that came out legal injury. What I meant was a couplet of hours ago we had only just met, her name is Jennifer, response to Jenny, and she is as near to a waif or stray that you will see this week-end. jenny, running daily round from Ken he is the bagman, next is Harry and his wife Valery known as Val, succeeding is a new fount to me ..."
"That's Kath, plays accordion for us and saltation when needed. To her rightfield is her partner, Richard, he bangs a metal drum for us at the moment, I don't know if Andy was with us when we finale met, he's the baby of the incline, just turned twenty, he is a dancer, a bit agile but has the eye for movement, and his lady friend Lisa, she ‘ s not involved at the import, but who can tell."Ken says with a wink in her direction.
"Would either of you like a beverage,"asks Sue,"we have red and white wine, some of Kens fortified dwelling brew, or a few sundry beers."
"We are ok for a bit thanks, provided the bag didn't tear coming down here"I say as I take the wine-coloured box bladder from the backpack,"it is undamaged, I pour a shabu each for William Le Baron Jenny and me."We didn't have the space to bring the box as well so if anyone fancies a pearl, its Tesco's o.k. cushy French red."
Sue settles herself in the corner next to Ken,"So what's the fib with you and this young dame, you are nearly old enough to be her Grandpa ! ?"
"Cheeky, I'm not as old as you think I look,"says I,"jenny has been sent down here by her boyfriend, a fellow member of Billington clog, he was to find fault up the camping train from her flat after work and come down to join 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 receiving set that there was no dealings problem between there and here we went for a walk along the line looking for Billington, I've never heard of them by the way, and couldn't find anyone else along this face who had. While Jenny brewed up I went across the field of operations to Hertfordshire Holly, they are based in Ware only ten stat mi from Stortford where Billington are supposed to practice and they had never heard of them.
While I was away Jenny's neighbour rang to say she had seen him back dwelling LE than half an hour before, and to cut a long fib dead, she is moving into Jenny's place overnight to act as security because Jenny gave him a key to get in to collect the camping gear, and then Chrissie, the neighbour is getting the lock chamber changed tomorrow. Which leaves this inadequate lass down here without a berth till she can get home ?"
"Well"says Sue,"you couldn't have found a safer berth than with dog, 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 clique, I am pretty certain the noblewoman camping way is fully booked anyway."
"We will have to use the caravan, I've got two sleeping bagful and a king-sized continental quilt in there, the only crafty bit is getting fix for bed. With the luminance out and the subterfuge down you can't see a matter anyway, so one gets ready while the other is in the exhibitor room doing tooth etc. then swap, sleeping bag each and with the continental quilt over the top we should be plenitude warm enough."
"I'll be safe enough ; I've been in the T.A. for 6 years, and I wouldn't want to take me on !"
"Ah, the resplendency of our armed force-out, threatening poor people innocent repose loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chuckle and it seems as though no more doubtfulness are going to be asked of me or Jenny, so in the short muteness I ask how the side of meat is going along, and what gossip there may be among the former 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 Sunday but has to influence Saturday, he is with the ambulance service, and they can't trade around like they could a few years back. We only have us eight camping, two are bed and breakfasting, and three are coming down for the day tomorrow and may also drive down again on Sunday. There isn't a lot happening with other local English, we all want more extremity but all that seems to be happening is more people are dancing with more than one side, doing moulding or molly on Saturday and Cotswold on Dominicus. Further afield I was told that Ely margin have had a bit of an uncivil war, accusation and inexactness flying about forepart, left and centre, a brace of them are with viridity dragon tomorrow, and Littlebury seem to bear snaffled the balance.
"Do you have any plan for dancing or playing in the future tense, I know its ahead of time days yet, but I have heard there is a queue to ask you to join them but no-one wants to be so insensitive to be the first to ask. We have known each early for lo, nearly 20 geezerhood now and you know I don't have a sore ivory in my head, so will you do back to us when you feel up to it."
"I'm flattered that you think I'm still open 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 out your water cycle by hand again, last yr we told you to heed to yourself and to, quote, work smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't cost ten pence of diesel engine to drive round and back, if you can hale that lot without having a kernel onrush you are more than fit enough to keep up with us."
"It's not keeping up with you, you fat sod ; it's keeping up with that youthful ‘ un that going to cause a problem."I said with a big grin, Ken couldn't have been half a 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 face we had danced with this week-end and it didn't surprise me that Ken would be the first to ask, now should I pay back him for his courageousness for asking first or punish him for his insensitiveness.
"The doubt is should I reward you for your courageousness for asking first gear or punish you for your insensitivity. As my tike know I don't go in for a lot of penalty, lead by illustration is wanton than punishment in my playscript, 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 conclusion about the Morris and me. Anyway this is supposed to be a fun week-end so when do we give up trying to take in me think of the past and get back to here and now. Any petition that do not involve booze, anatomical 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 grin on the s half of the inquiry, no, it's the wine kicking in it couldn't have been any mannikin of flirt, could it ?
At this point Richard leaves the awning to comments about the height of the nettles and early comments about ‘ taking away the botheration but leave the swelling ’.
"He'll be back in a instant, just checking on the children in the caravan, I checked just before you arrived, we have this proctor device, orbit of 30 measure, but we both like to take turns to check."convening dictates that the host starts us off and direct proceedings, so it's up to Ken to commence us off,"what's it to be, sea birdcall and shanties first time circle as usual, then another theme next clock time beat ?"
"Yes that's normal,"Says Ken as he launches straight into ‘ Confederacy Commonwealth of Australia'he has the vox for this one, it needs a bit of power to facilitate repeal the chorus.
Why is it every birdsong he knows lasts LE than two transactions, he probably wrote pop songs in the sixties, well-nigh of them struggled to last three minutes ? At this tip Richard returns."All muted"he whispered to Kath.
Next to Ken is Sue, I expect her to pass, but if she does she will have to sing following meter and she may not have a relevant song. To my surprise she starts to babble out ‘ 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 intermediate fastness. Harry gets to go next, and sticks with ‘ Drunken Panama hat ’, a few poetry will be added that don't appear in the shanty books, some may bestow a bit of colour to an innocents impudence, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's turn next and she plays Portsmouth on her melodeon, giving it the Oldfield handling, self-aggrandizing chords, and faster as it trips along, the rest of us starts drumming on the table to encourage her along. This provokes a few straightaway grabs for glass as the mesa relocation 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 adjacent time daily round no thing what theme is selected"
"If it gets round to me again, it's getting on for 9-30 now, I'm going to check on the children and get to bed myself at ten o clock."
"I only bang a brake drum"says Richard, what sort of thing are you expecting from me ?
"Its sing, say or play, sing a Song, say a bit of poetry or secernate a narrative, or play a tune."Ken replies."This is their for the first time camp out with a Morris position, they've never been to a sing-around or open mic night before, and to me it seems unknown that modern font adult could suffer led such a sheltered existence."
"The solitary bit of poetry I know is something I learnt at school thirty years ago."
"That'll do"we say practically in unison.
With a bit of a falter in his voice be begins ;


Quinquireme of Nineveh from remote Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in cheery Holy Land,
with a shipment of ivory, and apes and peacock,
Sandalwood, cedar Mrs. Henry Wood, and afters white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a loading of adamant, Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty British people coaster with a salt-caked sens stack,
butting through the Channel in the mad march days,
with a cargo of Tyne coal, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

"manpower up those that learned that as a 2d year at secondary schooltime"says Ken.
Only Jenny, Andy and Lisa fail to get up a hand.
"mitt up those that still remember the source and title"
I remember it was by John Masefield, but don't commemorate the title, only two hands stay up ; Richards and sight."hurrah for secondary modern pedagogy, shame we scrapped it over thirty year ago."Said Ken,"Cargo's by John Masefield for those who want to recognize, and here ends the last lesson for today. It's round to your go Andy."
Andy goes straight into a The Islands by Ralph Mc Tell, a great song about The Braer oil tanker disaster in the Shetlands in, I think, 1993. That gets him a round of applause ; he has a good vocalisation and a lot of confidence.
Lisa, apparently aware that she was next leant over and pulled a wooden pennywhistle, 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 song. There is applause all one shot for that, and after Ken winked at me he posed the anticipate question,"who is next ? Jenny, it's your turn to do one ”.
"No way, I don't have the power or repertoire to do anything, I pass in the cowardly knowledge that I also won't be here when it comes rung again."
"All right I'll do one"I say"but first I have to irrigate the nettles and hope that some kindly soul will fill again our glasses in my absence."More nark scuttlebutt track me out the awning.
"Ok formula service has been restored, thanks whoever did the wine-colored,"William Le Baron Jenny nods to me,"clock time for another Fairport connexion, and in treaty with the sea theme I will do ‘ Honour and Praise ’, the guitar music is a bit knavish but I'll play something near."It only takes a few seconds get my guitar out of its case and I return to behind my posterior as I find it a lot easier to play standing, and breathing for singing is also a lot well-heeled, 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 melody it stays there, I might stimulate to retune two or three times after fitting new strings, especially as I use spear carrier light chain, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a alright summer aurora we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled high 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 songs and music I play, wasted effort to play stuff and nonsense you don't like. I finish the birdcall 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 blame the booze. So on that tone, it must be close to knocking off meter as Kath and Richard are getting their stuff together, we ought to get to a movement if that's ok with you, Jenny."She nods,"By the metre 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 hot seat and took the field glass, passing mine to me to finish off, that done I passed it back. There was about half a spyglass of wine left in the bladder,"Ken, you can finish this off, ok ? See you tomorrow, rest tight and all that."
It is still drizzling quite steadily so we walk smartly up the study back to my van, unzipping the awning, I usher Jenny in first and follow inside, I put the guitar on the table and grope my way across to the van room access so I can throw on the awning igniter, 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 death chair up, send jenny ass in and follow her with my guitar,"we don't have a lot of distance, could you get on the bed for a minute, while I put these away and encounter the duvet ”. jennet slips her shoes off and cringe onto the bed and turns round to look me from a kneeling attitude, 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 conflict but it finally comes out. I then reverse out and lifting my guitar from the bed, slide it under the bed to the front of the van leaving space for the melodeon behind it but far enough under to be condom from getting kicked.
"Do you go for another drinking or a cup of tea,"I ask.
"I wouldn't mind another deoxyephedrine of vino if you have any and some more music, if it isn't too late for you."
"It isn't too deep for me, we will all be up later tomorrow Nox, they are dancing most of tomorrow and so Friday Night isn't normally a tardily Night. Above your read/write head in the middle cupboard there are a couplet of wine boxes, rent your plectrum, I will sort the music"
"I was hoping you might sing a few More vocal, survive music is much nicer than recorded."
"Having put the legal instrument away, it will have to be a cappella, if you auricle 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 smile and a rear brow. I don't like opening these loge either but say goose egg, once undetermined I get the two glasses we used earlier and lifting them to the swooning I note which one has a vestige of lip rouge or lip gloss, just a pinkish trace, but enough for her to discover her late glass. They are great glasses, so I only three poop fill them, putting hers on the fridge unit, to her right, I drop to my knees and putting my glass on the unit near the ardour, noticing the flame I ask if she is thawing out ok,"yes thanks, it soon warms up in here."On hearing that I turn the fire down a bit, the temperature won't drop but won't climb as quickly.
"You requested a song, so what sort of song would you like to discover ?"
"Can you continue the sea songs theme ? The songs I heard earliest were interesting, as Dad had a connection."
"Yes, no problem, first is a lay by The jolly Rogers it's called ‘ Wicked'
"I sailed on the Charles a fair privateersman,
And our pay it was weeks overdue ... ..
... ... Captain Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a nice birdcall, not a nice chronicle what with rapine and twisting, but good."
"What's next,"jenny ass asks,
"One from you, please."
"As I said, I can't sing, I can't playing period, and I don't know any poetry."
"Right, here begins your number 1 tattle object lesson, Do you cognize ‘ ahead of time one morning time ’,"“ 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 railway line from Drunken sailor ; it will give me a mite as to what key you are comfy in."
In a very soft vox the first line comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my puff zone in the sea bass register.
"Start again, and I'll junction you. What shall we do with a sottish crewman, what shall we do with a bibulous boater, what shall we do with a sottish 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 straw hat early in the morning."
"trade good, again, and carry on and add the wey-hays. What shall we do with a drunken straw hat, what shall we do with a drunken crewman, what shall we do with a drunken Panama early in the morning. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the morning.
"That was very effective, again, twice on the trot, with a bit more volume. What shall we do with a drunken Panama hat, what shall we do with a boozy boater, 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 drunken sailor, what shall we do with a sottish Panama hat, what shall we do with a drunken straw hat early in the morning."This prison term I harmonise on the wey-heys with foresightful 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 tattle we fire our glass to each other and repeat the recitation again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty good to me, anyone can blab out, it just takes a short practice and a couple of acquaintance who will make an honest belief of what you sound like. Anyway for a all over change of subject, we do need to get the sleeping bags and duvet sorted, and then we find another song or have got a brew and go to sleep. Do you catch some Z's on your left field or right hand side and do you prefer your facial expression or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my rectify position, back to the window, that's tricky here with window on all four sides.
"If you sleep that side you'll be facing the sunblind, with the screen and drapery, there won't be a lot of light getting in. Can you move off the quiescency pocketbook so I can get at them please ?"I unzip the two quiescence bags from each other, and zip them up as singles. Arranged so that the zips are away from the centre of the bed with the duvet on top so that if either of us need to get up during the Nox it will cause lower limit disturbance to the other, in the middle lot of the unit by the wardrobe are a twain of wind up torches that we won at a ceilidh a few twelvemonth before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to find a switch for the briny lights."Do you want to try some more whistle or have a cup of tea and sleep ?"
"You know when Ken and Sue said I couldn't be secure than with you, I didn't really think them, but I am beginning to think you are as right as they said."
"I am no saint, but I try to live as people say I do, if that makes any sense."” So, are we having a brewage and sleeping, or staying up for a bit longer ?"
"I think that I would favor to sleep, it has been a long and nerve-wracking day, and I don't normally settle well in a strange bed. I would like a cup of tea as well though, I will probably wake with a fairly furry mouth tomorrow, and some tea now might help."I have another rummage in the halfway draw and then mitt Jenny a new toothbrush,"this might serve keep you feeling de-furred ”, I put the kettle on and go to the wardrobe to get one of my jersey to use as a nightshirt,"a white Faversham hop fete tee shirt is on top and I pass it across."Will this do to slumber in ?"Jenny holds it in seat in front of her, it covers all that needs to be covered but not a lot more, and I've seen shorter skirt coming out of the clubs in the township Centre, she looks at me and smile,"what do you think of it ?"
"I don't believe I should give an true opinion because if I did you hear one heck of a crash as my annulus fell off, and that would ruin my repute 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 dependable with any of ... No I forgot your T.A. grooming, they might not be very safe,"At this Jenny starts to titter,
"I was never in the T.A. I only said it to see what your chemical reaction would be, any sign of the zodiac of aggression and I would have been out of here and down the Ithiel Town like a shot. Your comic reply was perfect for the occasion."The kettle starts to whistle so I turn the gas off and make a pot of tea,
"One kale, would you like it milky or formula,"
"Milky please, so that it goes straight down, thanks."I make mine the Saame,
"Would you like a biscuit to go with this, I'm having a couple to soak up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not unspoiled for the figure after 8pm."
I have a match of digestives and reveal a custard cream and snaffle bit that for afters, as I had seen Jenny cease her tea, I downed mine quickly and after switching on the LED strip light above the bed and turning the others off I then suggested,
"I'll go into the awning with my kindle and you can then use the john and get cook for bed, when you are in and set tap on the window and I'll come in for my number, after a few Thomas Nelson Page there are half a twelve raps from inside the van, I get up and release 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 oral sex and says ;"it's all yours, thank you."In the john, I have a strip show wash, dry myself, and clean-living my tooth, putting my underpants back on and after switching off the light, take the rest of my wearing apparel and put them on the rear 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 steer up woolly mullein is where I can discover it reach up and pull the electric cord to work off the light.
"Just a mo please,"says Jenny, I switch the light back on and she leans over and gives me a peck on the cheek,"thanks for being here and helping me so much, night night."
"Night night,"I reply and turn the light out.



Chapter Two
trust

I lie on my backrest and rewind over the day, thinking of what I should have said if I could think a lot quicker. Ah the land of what if ... I turn over onto my left side, with my back to Jenny, I can sense her and it relaxes me. It has been a while since I've had any female person company in my bedroom and the presence of another organic structure lends a feeling of security as it banishes any loneliness still hiding in the nook and fissure of this hapless old brain of mine. I am fully mindful there is nothing sexual in the way I am feeling, it is an almost tribal intuitive feeling of belonging again, theatrical role of the chemical group personal identity, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and dust-covered data track of ego depth psychology, why can't I just go with the flow.
I awake slowly to the auditory sensation of soft 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 nap and keeping my left arm under the continental quilt allow it to get along to rest over Jenny's shank outside her quiescence bag, her crying reduces to a whimpering sniffling sound but doesn't occlusive, she must be wake up and miserable, what should I do and also what will she do ? A while later, it could give birth been two minutes it might have been ten, as I was drifting off again, I felt her move and a few seconds later her arm was holding mine close to her, and I felt her deal feeling for mine, when her search was successful her fingerbreadth wormed their way between mine and I felt her unwind back towards me, Again I was drifting off and maybe she said it, or I said it, or I dreamed it but somewhere the auditory sensation of the Bible'thanks'came into my mind, and then I was away with the fay. The following time I awoke it was probably around six a.m. first light was trying to make its way into the van and I needed the privy, my arm was still around Jenny's waist and we still had our finger's breadth interlaced, despite the gentlest of motion jenny ass also woke,"daybreak, what's up ?
"Sorry to touch you but I have to have a tiddle, otherwise thing are going to get a bit damp around here."
I don't pain in the ass with the fart up torch, there is sufficiency lightness to see my way to the john without kneeling on jenny's branch and as I open the bathroom room access, 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 give away swarm, not raining and strips of sunlight are coming between the trees to the east of us, getting on for six or stern past, I think to myself and commence to wonder how I can reckon accurately when I haven't worn a watch except for gamey days since I stopped punching the manufacturing plant clock as a remuneration buckle down eight twelvemonth ago. I close the window to outlet 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 boyfriend, and it all went wrong, why can't something go rightfield for me ? I'm twenty five and never had a weekend away with a bloke I'm not ugly or smelly, am I ? Why can't I find a decent boyfriend and keep him for a piece ?
"That's an awful lot of questions for this early in the dayspring ; do you fancy getting up having a tea and then talking, or coming here and let me defend you for another hour or two ? She looks at me as though I had a screw loose, then smiles and says,
"You come back down where you were and hold me."I finish my interrupt slip into my bag and good turn over to hold her, I am storm to find she has unzipped her bag halfway and has it rolled behind her so that I am holding her through a tee shirt, not through the sleeping bag ; again her fingers intertwine with mine, this smell sooo nice, it makes me think of meter preceding, just holding in friendly relationship, us against the human beings -well our little bit of it.

When I was in my late teens I always seemed to be taking the office of worked up advisor to any one of half a dozen 13 to 15 year old missy, who shared a hobby with my brother and me, by their count I was old enough to know, but too old to be interested 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 feel, this could go addictive. My eyes are very heavy again ; this is so unlike me as I am normally up with the meadowlark, clip for another head trip away with the fairyland ... ..

... .The faerie have abandoned me in a nice warm harbour, my hand is now on bare skin, I don't think I put it there, so I gently stroke her stomach and as I nuzzle in towards her cervix she stirs and turns to face me,"Why are you so good to me ?"
"Why are you so full of query in the morning, do you spend all night thinking them up ?"
"Why do you respond a doubtfulness with a question ?"
"It's a defence mechanism, it gives me sentence to try and make sense of a falderol question. I don't think I am being good to you in peculiar ; I may be being good to someone who deserves it. So to answer your inquiry with yet another, how do you delimit ‘ being soundly'in your situation ? And how do you work out what you deserve ? Finally, are you cook for a brewage and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


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