All characters are fabricated, If a lineament name is used in connection with a side, it's just co-incidence if that given name belongs in that side. Insofar as Sung lyrics being included I don't know the legalities or etiquette involved, I have given the opening few and last few lines if that is all that is needed or the Sung dynasty in good if the text needs it and credit to the author in either case, traditional birdcall are treated the same but credited as Traditional.

This is a fiction account, not illusion and while there is a lot of passion and some very erotic legal action in posterior parts and in book two if you are looking for raw action then I am sorry but this is n't the record book for you.


Chapter One
Meeting


It's Friday 29th of April, 4pm and I've just driven into fort George Dibdin Pitt Grammar School in Rochester. It is a Second Earl Grey and chilly good afternoon as I drive through the car car park and onto the sports battleground, a light drive along the right hand side of the athletic field to halfway along the fencing beside the tennis courtroom, this where I pull up and park the train parallel with the fence to join with early campers etc. performing at the expanse fete. I have been coming to sweeps for over twenty years but this is the first since I lost my wife. This year I'm not performing - a incline we both danced with live year has put me on their strength for the weekend - so I can just slacken and catch up with intelligence and chitchat from friends in early sides that I've not seen since the Tenterden folk weekend conclusion Oct.
First things first though, wind the recession steadies down and flush the two office caravan and crack a can of Old Speckled Hen before I get the awning up, hopefully before the darkening clouds drop the rain that is forecast for over Night and former morning, not as easy individual handed and I definitely feel the need for a few orang-utan genes as my arms seem to be a skillful foot too suddenly to bind up the textile and catch the succeeding pole that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, succeeding is to do the two solar panel and get the electric connected up, the last chore is to get some water - forty litres in the aqua axial rotation and ten for the toilet tank- it's a bit of a trek round to the other slope of the site and a bazaar free weight to haul back but I haven't used the car to transfer pee before and hopefully I'm not going to start for a few years yet. Ye gods though, it seems twice as far this year, I wish I'd used my pufferfish before I left, on my return to the wagon train I connect the Aqua-roll and run the pump until the spirit of sterilising fluid dissipates then sate the kettle for a brew, While the kettle is heating I make the bed up, I don't partiality trying to log Z's on either of the one size bottom at the incline of the van, knowing my luck I'll probably fall out, so make up the full width bed as we usually did, it's about six understructure three square ; mass of room to spread out out in, bloody lonely though, ‘ snap out of it'I tell myself, ‘ that way leads to more weeds and depressive disorder ’.
I connect my MP3 player into the van sound arrangement and listen to Amazing Blondel's"England ”, a most relaxing LP/CD to listen to. I had the LP from the seventies and bought the re-mastered CD from the artists when they were at"kinfolk off the pier"at Cromer. To advance relieve my way into the weekend the kettledrum starts to whistle as"waterscape"Menachem Begin and the low gear drops of rain patters onto the sunblind, oh well, two out of three isn't too bad. Sitting in the awning with a goodly large mug of steaming Yorkshire tea, I think back over the last twenty three years, here for all but one or two Sweeps, I have danced, played, or drummed for six, no seven side of meat, I prefer borderline and molly and am not so keen on northwest, this means that whilst I may well only know thirty or forty multitude's name I am on nodding terms with a hundred or Thomas More, that's the form of company I will revalue this week-end, and there should be a sing-around or clear awning somewhere on the theatre of operations every evening.
The rainwater sounds as though it's getting heavier so I glance up from my Kindle to check and see someone walking slowly along the row of vans and tents as though looking for individual or another. female person and in her twenties, dour hair pulled back into a very long pony fanny, not a great deal of make-up although not too well-heeled to tell in the vitiated sparkle, this coupled with her drab clothing makes accurate estimates difficult. She is about five foot six or seven and slim down but with a flesh, black short coat tailored in to the waistline and flaring over her pelvis, black or navy trousers, black shoe with a cold-shoulder bounder, office girl, writing table, estate agentive role ? Nosey, curious or just trying to help,"Do you need any help ?"I ask and she jumps as though I poked her in the ribs.
"No thanks, I'm waiting for my boyfriend, he's bringing the camping stuff and we arranged to meet along here about an hour ago, assuming the traffic on the M11 & M25 was good or sometime later if it was bad. The problem is he doesn't have a peregrine telephone so I can't contact him to detect out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my sunshade for a few transactions or so, I can piece up Essex and Kent dealings word on the radio in the van so at to the lowest degree you can have an idea of when he is potential 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 arriver time."I stop Blondel and tune the receiving set to ninety five dot three FM. A few minutes later at twenty-five past five BBC Essex reports all clear on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the bridge, around 15 min delay and no reported holdup in Kent.
"Well"I say"It doesn't feeling like there are any traffic rough-and-tumble, between here and ... where is he coming from, you didn't say ?"
"He's coming from Bishops Stortford where he collected the camping geartrain from my flat, and should accept left about two o'clock ; he assumed an hr for the M11 and M25, twenty minutes for traffic over the bridgework, 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 have all our camping stuff and my dress for the weekend !"
"In your stead I would want to find out if he has left or not, and if he has left, when he left. Another mind, since you were both coming here, either you or he is a appendage of one of the English performing this week-end, it might be worth searching them out to chance out if they may have heard anything, so who are you with ?
"Dave dance with Billington clog dance, I, by the way am Jennifer, nigh people call me Jenny, and Dave was hoping that a week-end away with them would get me involved as well ”.
"It's dear to know names, I'm Frank, so shall we see if we can witness Billington, I assume they are on this side of the field as that's where you were looking."
"Dave said they camped on the right wing hired man side on the bound of the discipline, I suppose that depends on which way you're veneer but I assumed he was talking in terms of arrival which would be this side of the field."
"OK, I have been coming to cross for nearly twenty age, I know a lot of slope, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and operate our way down to the undersurface core, the side down there is usually Blackwater William Morris, we danced with them for four or five years around the turn of events of the C, I only have one brolly so we will trump ploughshare that as it's sounding a bit mute out there, although it always sounds surface-active agent under an awning than it actually is outside. Do you have intercourse the figure of any Billington multitude so at least we can be social ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"Dark blue Hyundai I10"she says as a night car approaches, no, it's a slight Honda. We walk towards the steps at the top end of the field, I can't see any Morris kit at the motor home van parked at the end so after knocking on the room access, it is answered by a man in his Fifties or thereabouts holding a pint pewter tankard, and wearing a drained Horse jersey, I ask,"Hi, are you performing this week-end ?"
"No, not this year most of our lot think it costs too much in fuel to get here and back from Bedford and with May Day on Sunday they want to dance the sun up, and then do pub dance out locally, so though we are booked in we won't be dancing."
"Do you love what side is parked future to you, or do you have any approximation where Billington patten might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a clue who is next to us, Pretty Grim are the former face of them both sides of the roadway, But I can't say I've ever heard of Billington, where are they from ?"
"jennet, this is one for you, do you screw where they are based ?"
"They practice session Wed evenings at a hotel in Bishops Stortford, that's just about all I know, not a lot of help am I ?"
"Never idea, 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 brace of them are very knowledgeable about east Anglian side of meat ”. The rain is now a steady gentle rain, not inhuman, but the breeze makes it feel chilly. There is no-one around the tents, so we move down the occupation, a match of Grim citizenry are sipping beer and talking under a gazebo and they say it is a Cotswold position next door on the entrance incline, the rest of Pretty Grim are down the townsfolk getting food, so we continue on to the adjacent assemblage of new wave and tent, these belong to merl perimeter, Another English from Bedfordshire, it's their foremost time here as a incline, a few penis have been here with former position but no-one has heard of Billington. We are nearly halfway down the low side of the theatre of operations, still looking for his car and looking behind us every time a car comes onto the airfield, the adjacent couple of tent go to Winstree 100 Clog, they are a long established slope from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for class, nigh of their hoi polloi are nearer to Blackwater, again nobody knows of Billington and their travelling salesman has a terpsichore syllabus for the festival - this is just a guide to where English might or might not be - it has been said that organising a dancing agenda for Morris side of meat is akin to herding cats ! The dance schedule doesn't list Billington.
"Thanks for your aid, I suppose that Billington are just coming down for a looking at around if they haven't been going foresightful ”,
"Thanks as well from me"says Jenny.
"Well we are back at my caravan now let's go in for a bit of a think and a boozing ”, 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 affair are looking here, it seems very unusual 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 thwart to the other English of the flying field and ascertain Hertfordshire Charles Hardin Holley if they are camping this year ; they are from product and if I remember aright that's only ten international mile from Stortford, Some-one must know something about them, If you can look on the kettle and pass water brew, the fixings are in there."I say, pointing to the cupboard over the cooker, be back in five minutes or so."
I continued walking down the plain towards Blackwater ; following to us are visitant from Holland just come to see the festival and then be active on somewhere else, past them are the rest of Winstree and then it's Rising Larks 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 tree are growing down a steep camber, asking at the commencement campervan with Christ Within on whom they are and if they know of Billington sabot ?"Sorry, I can't be of much supporter we're Moonshine, it's our initiative year but know that the Witchmen are from the Calypso bulbosa motor-home to the corner, and they are a Cotswold position over the road way, I don't know who is side by side to us down the orbit, it's a ladies side with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A short wander to a group of musician and a couplet of dubiousness 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 merely really worrying question is why St. David told Jennifer all that stuff about camping here for the week-end, as I wander back to the caravan by following the athletics track round the field, I recognise a duo of Blackwater hoi polloi, devote them a wave and yell out that I'll be down later after I've eaten. Back at the van, in the awning Jennifer doesn't look very glad at all, the unclouded isn't commodity but it looks like she's had a few tears.
"What's up ?"I ask,
"Chrissie, she's has the flat next to me, rang just after you left as she was wondering where I was. I'm normally home before her and as she had seen Dave in the Red Lion smoking shelter while she was getting her dinner from the Tesco's just over the road from there, she had assumed we had cancelled our trip here."On hearing this a theory was forming in my head,"I don't want to pry but if Chrissie is in the flat future to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a categoric ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the short somewhat disconnected reply.
"Pure speculation, but do you know by yourself and if so has anyone else got a key to your flat"?
"Since you don't know where I live I can enjoin you that, I do lively solo, and Chrissie has my second save key in case I lose mine or go out them at work, Dave has my other key ‘ cos all the camping stuff and nonsense is mine and he was picking it up after work, why ?"
"I'm just a piddling occupy at the way matter are starting to shape up, so do you hold much in the way of eminent economic value hooey in your flat, stereo, telly, and jewellery and so on, and was Dave aware of their value and location"?
"I have a few things that are worth a bit, my Dad's musical instruments, a brooch that belonged to my gran that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to cast aspersions without some sort of proof but I can't help thought that he might deliver planned to have you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your stuff ”. The vividness drained from jennet's grimace and she looked like her legs weren't too unfaltering, she rested her men on the sharpness of the mesa and slumped down into a president."Not my Dad's stuff, I couldn't bear losing any of that, it's all insured but that's not what affair, another silver medal flute wouldn't be his ! !
"Look"I say,"If, note the if that is what person planned, it is fairly well-heeled to impale their gas, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the important items into her bland as soon as possible if she can, you could mouth her through where they are mobile to mobile assuming of course that she has one. I hope your Dad didn't frolic 1000 pianoforte or double sea bass, it might be a bit tricky for her."
"No there is nothing heavy, a champagne flute, two acoustic guitars, a melodeon and two concertinas."This was said while she was ringing Chrissie, it seemed to require an age before she spoke to Chrissie, and then I thought she was going to start crying as she said"Chrissie, I am ok but I need you to do me a hell of a big favour if you can and as quickly as possible, I think Dave got me down here so he can vellicate my Dad's stuff while I am stuck here, if you use my fifth wheel key I can guide you as to what needs rescuing. What ? Ok, I will ring again in three minutes, I don't know why but the more I think about it the more I worry about how safe the residual of my things are, he was always asking about Dad's instruments and why I didn't wager them and why I spent so much on dress, he never seemed to accept any money and was always talking about his ‘ productive'girlfriend."
"right hand, 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 concern, I ‘ ll do it, Milk and refined sugar ?"
"Yes please, Milk, one carbohydrate. Thanks for helping me I wouldn't have had a clue about any of this if you hadn't raised my suspicions, Chrissie didn't have a good word to say about Dave but I put it down to a touch of the little viridity fiend, 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 ! seminal fluid inside, I'll put the fastball on to help with the thawing out, that drizzle is definitely feeling chilly on my shirt."
I made the bed up earlier, so we sat on the edge of the bed and the location may not have been the best to help her relax but she was looking strained,"Have a slurp of tea and get a bit of warmth inside you, you'll tactile property better for it,"
"Three minutes are up, I'm ringing Chrissie, she must have got home by now, I will put it on speaker."the phone is already in her hand and one tap of the screen and the phone moves to her ear, after a couple of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"sweetie girl, reach me a hazard, I've just put my shopping on the table and grabbed your key."... There is a interruption, a door end, a few stairs ... key in another doorway and the sound of it opening,
"Right I'm in, your camping geartrain is in the hall, and the telly is in perspective, as is the dark guitar on the wall."
"OK ! That's Dad's Fylde, go into my sleeping accommodation, another guitar by the bed,"
"Yes, a big one, light source coloured, with a brightly coloured leather shoulder strap,"
"Great, that's daddy Takamine, sorry to be so paranoid but did you lock the front door when you came in"
"No, I didn't I'll pop back and do it now .... All secure I put the chain on as well."
"Right, now we can aim our prison term and cook sure as shooting everything else is still there just in showcase he has taken one bit and coming back for more later, on the dressing table should be a fateful jewellery box in the top of that is a gold broach with green, amber and clear stones."
"Yes, it's here, Wow, jenny ass that's beautiful, you won't vesture that when you go clubbing ! !
"No, that was gran's it's too old fashioned for today."
"We will argue about that later, what's next to check into, from the way you're worrying would I be too far out saying I have a lady of substance living next door"
"We will hash out that when I get back, back to the living way, in the sideboard typewrite thing in the right deal end open the door there should be an almost Patrick Victor Martindale White oblong squeeze-box and a smuggled octagonal one, in the left hand side, a opprobrious matted box thirty five by XII by three that's a flute, and another squeeze-box with leather bellows and wooden ends."
"All present and correct, what happens now ?"
"Can you locomote all the musical instrumental role and the brooch into your two-dimensional along with anything else you think of as worth larceny, and thank you for being such a with child friend ?"
"No ! I won't take the fortune, while they are in my categoric 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 curiosity, I know your Dad died a duad of years ago, just before you moved in to the block, were all these instruments his, and reject if you want to but what sort of value will I be babysitting for the weekend."
"This goes no further, Chrissie, right."
"Of class, Jenny, I'm just nosey, not a gossip."
"They were all Dads, and are worth about eight thousand punt, add in the brooch and you can just about double it.
"I wish I hadn't asked now, you know I don't like responsibility outside study, and this is a heck of a lot of combine you're putting in me, I should feel flattered but I am a bit worried about the time value of this lot."
"I hate to mob it on, but it's not the monetary value that's important it's all sentimental."
"That's enough of that, I'm hanging up to get organised for my move, I will bequeath my room access capable so that I can learn anyone in the hall, while I'm getting packed, I'll ring you when I'm back in."
In jennet's prostrate Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to sentence the move and observe jenny's flat secure, ‘ if I can get my wrist through the gap maybe I can get the chain on, but can I get it off, so I can get back in ?'She opens the door and checks the gap that the mountain chain allows, about two and a one-half inches, putting her wrist through it seems to reserve a fair bit of drive for her carpus and fingers, has she enough flexibility to fit and remove the chain of mountains, 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 safe once I've locked the door. Holding the door a ‘ too with her result hand in the letter box the long slim fingers of her powerful script lifts the chain end, using her thumb as a guide along the distance of the chain slot, her finger tips detect the porta for the end, it's very stringent causing quite a bit of discomfort, but with an extra puff on the letter box, gains the distance for the end to pop into the slot.
Yeah ! That's component part one done, she said to herself, getting her hand out was easy once the strand slid along the slot, pulling the door shut and making sure as shooting the latch was dwelling house, finally after opening the threshold again to check the range is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own straight to pack for the weekend. ‘ Don't need tea or coffee berry, hold milk, grain for tomorrow, dressing gown, change of clothes, toiletries, make-up it doesn't seem like a lot, but it's only overnight, I must get my phone charger, don't want it going flatcar overnight. This'll do, both sets of keys and I'm ready to go.'
Putting the key in the door it opens to the Ernst Boris 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 sentence the thought was finished her finger's breadth had found the end of the chain and slipped it out of the channel. All done and with a sigh of moderation she pulls the key from the doorway, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the great deal of camping train she slips the Chain back into place.

spinal column in Rochester Jenny is nearly climbing the wall"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"Come on Jenny, impart her a chance, could you rearrange your weekend, pack a bag, fasten your own billet, move in, unpack, get the kettle on and ring back in less than 15 minutes ?"
"I suppose you're the right way, but it doesn't stop me worrying about how things are going."
"Once she has round you back, and you know everything's prophylactic and secure, I will sieve out some food for thought for us, it won't be posh but it will be warm and filling."I said, getting up and moving to the electric refrigerator and getting out a volaille curry I had made late Th, there isn't plenty to take us both up but Timothy Miles Bindon Rice or pasta will bulk it up. Next is to retrieve the wok under the cooker, on my knees head down and butt upwards, I get it out, bend the gas ring on low and tip the curry in.
"Would you prefer rice or pasta ?
"Pasta please"I'm in the middle of filling a saucepan for the pasta, when her headphone goes, Beautiful South ringtone I think, remembering CDs my kids had in the past.
"Hi, Chrissie how did you get on, Is everything ok ?
"Yes, all sorted, I locked and chained your door on the way out, unlocked and unchained the 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 live that by now.
"Thanks, Could you call the locksmith on Oak Lane, get him to come out and change the lock and leave 3 paint with you, my council tax money is with the bill under the flute box, pay him from that if you can get a cash discount rate, if not tell him to invoice me and I'll settle up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a problem, any specific kind of lock, or color or budget."
"No, eminent security system is the only requirement, I have to go now it smells like dinner is prepare, I will ring you tomorrow afternoon, to apply 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 albumen wine with Gallus gallus, 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 cloth of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to finger the heat for hours.
"No, it's quite mild really, I make my own curry paste in bulk and then use one-half of what the peculiar formula I'm using calls for, I divvy up the curry and tell Jenny to postulate alimentary paste to gustatory modality. Do you want to outride here in the warm and eat off your lap or move out into the awning and use the board ?"
"I prefer to stay warm and comfy thanks."
I turn on the MP3 player and select random action replay of the album on there. The Poozies come on first off, Love on a Farm boy Wages, nice harmonies on this and with a bit of go to the chorus line. I reset the player to play all of that CD, and Jenny asks who are they I give her their name and excuse how they took it."When they first formed they practiced in a pub, and decided to thank the landlord by using the pub name but as the pub was the Nancy Poozy, the Nancy was dropped and that's how they became The Poozies. To me it is a summertime album, only because I first heard them at Cropredy ‘ 95, that whole weekend was warm 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, Second Earl of Guilford of Banbury, a Civil War battle was fought there in 1644. The ‘ what'is a music festival, up forty thousand people, from new born to 90 plus, basically recycled and reborn hippie ? It started out as an annual reunion of the appendage of Fairport Convention at a village fete and just sort of grew.
Practically every CD on here has a story, I only have about a XII CD or CD lot that have come from a store, most are bought from the creative person at sign language and tribe club intervals."
"So what sort of music move you ?"I ask.
"zero really gets to me, I think that's why me not playing anything got to Dave, not that he was at all musical himself, I used to like some of Dad's sway music from the lately mid-sixties and into the mid-seventies but the simply single that I can really remember earreach was Focus, the Moody bluing, Yes, and hayrick Wakeman, just about sums up my melodic inclinations."
"I've got Yes and hayrick Wakeman here, would you like to hear some while I do the clearing up,"
"Yes please, Yes, any of their ahead of time stuff would be nice."
"It's only a greatest striking type CD but it has ‘ yours is no shame'and others from that LP"
Jenny slips off to another place while the euphony is playing, it's a few years since I played the CD from end to end, and after a twain of caterpillar tread I'm back to post energy crisis Britain circa1976, working in a factory, having my auricle bashed by machine haphazardness during the day and music at"realistic"spirit level under a big pair of earpiece at other multiplication, ( all phone were big in those days ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered classical Guitar, flamenco Guitar, trick Bernard Arthur Owen Williams and Julian Bream, Paco Penja and kinfolk rock, an altogether smooth conniption. By the time the euphony had got towards the end of starship state trooper, the washing up is all done and put away, I look at Jenny, she is definitely moved by some memory or another, she isn't crying but she's not far from it, very wet eyes, a touch of a tremble to the lips. Do I disturb her or not, heck, I've never been good with handling my own emotions let alone others, no leave her to it, ‘ better to keep single mouth shut and be thought an cretin than to open it and try out it'as the old phrase goes seems to fit best, her glass is vacuous, I poor a couple of inches into it and top my own up, as I hold it out to her she sees it, takes with a bit of a smile and a pipe down ‘ thanks ’.
"Cheers"I say, in salute,"I would like to offer a penny for them, but I think they were much more important than that, the music and the memories it provokes does get to you doesn't it, despite what you said earlier, that is salutary, it means you're still with the rest us in the aliveness, breathing, mix-up that is called society."“ However that is enough of the hard philosophical stuff for now, I was intending to conduct my stuff down to the bottom centre, and see if Blackwater Morris has a sing-around going on or about to start, if you're up to it you are Thomas More than welcome to unite in."
"I don't know if I'd be lots use in a sing-around, I can't sing."
"Lack of ability never stopped a lot of multitude in sing-around, it isn't about being good at anything, it's about having the confidence to have a go or to just join in with the refrain and listening to what others have to recreate, and most songs have a story if you listen for it. Come on it will do you good, I can practically guarantee no-one will turn over you by playing or singing Yes or Wakeman."
"OK, thanks"
"Now you have to work,"I say with a smile, if you can take two chairman and the wine, I'll bring instruments, music and songbook and our glasses. fundament up ”. As I finish my trash."Excuse me, but my box and guitar are under the bed, if you wrap up then go into the sunshade I'll see you in a minute once I'm organised."
"While I am waiting, where are the toilets around here ?"
"You just passed it, it's in there, Twist the large phonograph recording on the left field to void it, and then labor it down to pump in bowl cleaner, toilette roll is to the rightfield under a cover, hand basin comes down after swivelling the catch on the right, the twinkle if you want it is vertical on the rightfulness, change to the bottom, ok with that ?
"Yeah, I hope so."
I drag my guitar and box out from under the bed, take them into the sunshade, grab a sweatshirt from the wardrobe, and sour off the heater, books are in the top draw and a bag is taken out of the midsection draw, all the account book go in there with the wine-colored glass either side, I take the bladder out of the box of vino and that fits in as well. William Le Baron Jenny comes out of the commode,"That's a handy bit of kit, I've never used one before, better than trying to obscure behind a tent or Tree"she says with a bit of an abash giggle."My turn now then we can go."LE than a minute later and we load up to go, Jenny has the two chairs, I take the relaxation. There is no change in the rain, still frigidity and measly, maybe things will lighten up when we get inside, we arrive at a large 4 berth caravan with sunblind, and there are half a dozen inside,"knock Knock, permission to insert please."
"Hi Frank, come in, spate of space available."
"Thanks Ken, where's your other half."
While we are opening the electric chair 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 late to come,"
"Don't headache ; I expect to hear that a lot of times this week-end."
"So, who is your admirer then,"asks Ken.
"She isn't a friend, no, that came out incorrect. What I meant was a dyad of hour ago we had only just met, her name is Jennifer, answers to jenny, and she is as approach to a waif or stray that you will see this week-end. Jenny, running cycle from Ken he is the traveling salesman, next is Harry and his wife Valery known as Val, next is a new face to me ..."
"That's Kath, plays accordion for us and dancing when needed. To her right is her spouse, Richard, he bangs a drum for us at the here and now, I don't know if Andy was with us when we last met, he's the baby of the side, just turned twenty, he is a dancer, a bit ready but has the eye for movement, and his girlfriend Lisa, she ‘ s not involved at the minute, but who can tell."Ken says with a nictitation in her direction.
"Would either of you like a boozing,"asks Sue,"we have red and white wine, some of Kens fortified home brew, or a few assorted beers."
"We are ok for a bit thanks, provided the bag didn't split coming down here"I say as I take the wine box vesica from the backpack,"it is undamaged, I pour a glass each for jenny ass and me."We didn't have the space to bring the box as well so if anyone fancies a pearl, its Tesco's all right cushy French red."
Sue settles herself in the corner next to Ken,"So what's the news report with you and this vernal ma'am, you are nearly old enough to be her gramps ! ?"
"Cheeky, I'm not as old as you think I look,"says I,"Jenny has been sent down here by her boyfriend, a member of Billington clog, he was to pick up the camping power train from her savorless after work and come down to connect her at about four pm. She was walking up and down the track looking for him when it started to rain, I invited her in to shelter for a bit and after hearing on the radio that there was no traffic job between there and here we went for a pass along the line looking for Billington, I've never heard of them by the way, and couldn't find anyone else along this position who had. While Jenny brewed up I went across the field of study to Hertfordshire Holly, they are based in Ware only ten air mile 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 home less than half an hour before, and to cut a longsighted account forgetful, she is moving into Jenny's place overnight to act as security because Jenny gave him a key to get in to collect the bivouacking gear wheel, and then Chrissie, the neighbour is getting the ringlet changed tomorrow. Which leaves this piteous lassie down here without a moorage till she can get home ?"
"Well"says Sue,"you couldn't have found a dependable place than with Frank, we would trust him with anything, he will look after you ok, so what are you going to do tonight, with no equipment you can't indoor camp, I am pretty certain the ladies camping room is fully booked anyway."
"We will have to use the caravan, I've got two quiescence bags and a king-sized duvet in there, the sole dodgy bit is getting ready for bed. With the lights out and the blind down you can't see a matter anyway, so one gets ready while the other is in the shower room doing teeth etc. then swap, sleeping bag each and with the duvet over the top we should be quite a little strong enough."
"I'll be safety enough ; I've been in the T.A. for 6 old age, and I wouldn't want to conduct me on !"
"Ah, the glories of our armed forces, threatening hapless innocent peace of mind loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chuckles and it seems as though no more questions are going to be asked of me or jennet, so in the shortly quiet I ask how the position is going along, and what gossip there may be among the other sides.
"We have eight to ten to trip the light fantastic and six in the circle most practices and we are only missing one from the lot this week-end, Alan is coming down for the day Sunday but has to work Sabbatum, he is with the ambulance Service, and they can't swop around like they could a few long time 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 William Ashley Sunday. There isn't a lot happening with other local sides, we all want more member but all that seems to be happening is more people are dancing with more than one incline, doing border or molly on Sabbatum and Cotswold on Sunday. Further afield I was told that Ely border have had a bit of an rude war, accusations and inexactitudes flying about movement, left and centre, a pair of them are with viridity Dragon tomorrow, and Littlebury seem to possess snaffled the rest.
"Do you have any plan for dancing or playing in the time to come, I know its early 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 base to ask. We have known each other for lo, nearly 20 years now and you know I don't have a medium bone in my head, so will you descend back to us when you feel up to it."
"I'm flattered that you think I'm still capable of dancing, from the way I was huffing and puffing when I hauled the water back I am beginning to trust I'm past it now."
"You didn't rip your weewee round of golf by hand again, go year we told you to hear to yourself and to, quote, work smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't monetary value ten pence of diesel to repel round and back, if you can hale that lot without having a center attack you are more than fit enough to keep up with us."
"It's not keeping up with you, you fat bugger ; it's keeping up with that Lester Willis Young ‘ un that going to cause a problem."I said with a big grin, Ken couldn't have been half a stone laborious than me and was always on a diet, but only diets that permitted alcoholic beverage ! I had expected to be invited back by one of the sides we had danced with this week-end and it didn't surprise me that Ken would be the first to ask, now should I reward him for his courage for asking first or punish him for his insensitivity.
"The motion is should I reward you for your braveness for asking first or punish you for your insensitivity. As my kids know I don't go in for a lot of punishment, spark advance by exemplar is wanton than penalization in my Bible, so you won't get a straight no, however I have never left Tribal and need to get through this week-end before I make any decisiveness about the Robert Morris and me. Anyway this is supposed to be a fun week-end so when do we stop trying to draw me reckon of the past and get back to here and now. Any petition that do not involve John Barleycorn, anatomic impossibility, 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 endorse half of the query, no, it's the vino boot in it couldn't have been any form of flirtation, could it ?
At this point Richard leaves the awning to remark about the superlative of the nettles and other comments about ‘ taking away the pain but leave the swelling ’.
"He'll be back in a arcminute, just checking on the small fry in the caravan, I checked just before you arrived, we have this monitor device, stove of 30 metres, but we both like to take turns to check."pattern dictates that the host starts us off and steer proceedings, so it's up to Ken to depart us off,"what's it to be, sea songs and shanties first metre rung as usual, then another theme succeeding clock time round of drinks ?"
"Yes that's rule,"Says Ken as he launches straight into ‘ South Australia'he has the vox for this one, it needs a bit of mogul to facilitate go up the chorus.
Why is it every song he knows lasts less than two instant, he probably wrote pop Song in the sixties, most of them struggled to shoemaker's last three minutes ? 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 future time and she may not have a relevant strain. To my surprise she starts to blab out ‘ The Leaving of Liverpool'that's a new one for her since Tenterden, it's a long one, going on to six minutes at an average speed. Harry gets to go succeeding, and sticks with ‘ Drunken skimmer ’, a few rhyme will be added that don't appear in the shack leger, some may take a bit of colouring to an innocents cheeks, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's wrench adjacent and she plays Portsmouth on her melodeon, giving it the Berna Eli Oldfield discourse, giving chords, and faster as it trips along, the rest of us starts drumming on the table to further her along. This provokes a few quick grabs for glasses as the table movement 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 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 watch on the children and get to bed myself at ten o clock."
"I only bang a drum"says Richard, what sorting of matter are you expecting from me ?
"Its sing, say or play, sing a song, say a bit of verse or severalise a story, or fiddle a tune."Ken response."This is their first camp out with a Esther Hobart McQuigg Slack Morris side, they've never been to a sing-around or open mic night before, and to me it seems strange that modern adults could induce led such a sheltered existence."
"The solely 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 Menachem Begin ;


Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
row household to haven in sunny Canaan,
with a shipment of bone, and apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedar wood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of ball field, Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked Mary Jane stack,
butting through the distribution channel in the mad March days,
with a cargo of Tyne coal, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and trashy tin trays.

"Hands up those that learned that as a arcsecond yr at secondary school"says Ken.
Only jennet, Andy and Lisa fail to lift a hand.
"Hands up those that still call back the writer and title"
I remember it was by John John Masefield, but don't remember the title, only two hands stay up ; Ivor Armstrong Richards and sight."hurrah for secondary winding modernistic didactics, compassion we scrapped it over thirty years ago."Said Ken,"Cargo's by King John Masefield for those who want to recognise, and here ends the last lesson for today. It's bout to your turn Andy."
Andy goes straight into a The Islands by Ralph Mc Tell, a heavy strain about The Braer oil tanker disaster in the Zetland in, I think, 1993. That gets him a round of applause ; he has a honorable articulation and a lot of confidence.
Lisa, apparently aware that she was next leant over and pulled a wooden whistle, and plays what I take to be Irish jigs, quite fast and well worth listening to and then without me really hearing the transition it slows down to the Skye Boat song. There is applause all round for that, and after Ken winked at me he posed the require question,"who is next ? Jenny, it's your turning to do one ”.
"No way, I don't have the ability or repertory 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 water the nettles and promise that some kindly individual will fill again our glassful in my absence."More nark commentary chase after me out the awning.
"Ok normal service has been restored, thanks whoever did the wine,"jenny nods to me,"sentence for another Fairport connecter, and in accord with the sea melodic theme I will do ‘ pureness and congratulations ’, the guitar music is a bit sly but I'll gambol something near."It only takes a few seconds get my guitar out of its vitrine and I return to behind my seat as I find it a lot easier to play standing, and breathing for tattle is also a lot easier, sitting down I just can't get enough air in."I suppose we have to wait while you tune up now,"said Kath,
"No, Once it is in tune it stays there, I might have to retune two or three sentence after fitting new strings, especially as I use extra luminance strings, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a finely summers dawning we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled high up with the treasures of the sea,
So that they could be transported by men such as we,
To homeland and for queen mole rat. Etc ... ... ....
I like this song, well, I like all the songs and music I play, wasted crusade to flirt stuff and nonsense you don't like. I finish the birdcall without too many mistakes, a bit of ennoble applause follows,"Thank you, it didn't go as well as I had hoped but I am going to charge the hard drink. So on that Federal Reserve note, it must be close to knocking off time as Kath and Richard are getting their stuff together, we ought to prepare a move if that's ok with you, Jenny."She nods,"By the time we've made a brew, sorted the bedding out, and done our ablutions it will be getting on bit."I put my guitar away, pick up my melodeon in its bag, Jenny folded the chairs and took the specs, passing mine to me to terminate off, that done I passed it back. There was about half a glass of wine-colored left in the bladder,"Ken, you can cease this off, ok ? See you tomorrow, log Z's tight and all that."
It is still drizzling quite steadily so we walk smartly up the theatre of operations back to my van, unzipping the awning, I usher Jenny 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 sunshade visible light, once we can see, I unlock the van room access and going in put my melodeon on the bed, while I am in I turn on the gas way heater, back in the sunshade, I set the president up, charge 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 skid off and fawn onto the bed and turns troll to face me from a kneeling position, she looks very cunning like that, and I smile at her, pulling the duvet out of the under bed storage locker is a bit of a combat 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 safe from getting kicked.
"Do you picture another drink or a cup of tea,"I ask.
"I wouldn't mind another shabu of vino if you have any and some more music, if it isn't too late for you."
"It isn't too previous for me, we will all be up later tomorrow Night, they are dancing to the highest degree of tomorrow and so Friday dark isn't normally a late night. Above your head in the middle cupboard there are a duet of wine-colored boxes, take your pick, I will screen out the euphony"
"I was hoping you might sing a few more Sung dynasty, hot music is much nicer than recorded."
"Having put the pawn away, it will suffer to be a cappella, if you pinna are up to it, any fate with the wine yet,"she passes the box to me to open,"I'll open it shall I"I say with a smile and a filch eyebrow. I don't like opening these boxes either but say nothing, once capable I get the two looking glass we used earlier and lifting them to the light I note which one has a trace of lipstick or lip color, just a pinkish shadow, but enough for her to identify her old glass. They are large glasses, so I only three stern fill them, putting hers on the electric refrigerator unit, to her right, I drop to my human knee and putting my glass on the whole near the fire, noticing the fire I ask if she is thawing out ok,"yes thanks, it soon warms up in here."On hearing that I turn the fire down a bit, the temperature won't dip but won't acclivity as quickly.
"You requested a birdcall, so what sort of song would you like to hear ?"
"Can you continue the sea song theme ? The Sung dynasty I heard in the beginning were interesting, as Dad had a connection."
"Yes, no problem, first is a lay by The jolly Carl Rogers it's called ‘ Wicked'
"I sailed on the Charles a fairly privateer,
And our pay it was week delinquent ... ..
... ... Captain Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a squeamish call, not a nice story what with violation and torture, but good."
"What's next,"jenny asks,
"One from you, please."
"As I said, I can't sing, I can't play, and I don't know any poetry."
"right field, here begins your first-class honours degree singing deterrent example, Do you know ‘ early one aurora ’,"“ No."
"Ok, I'll sing a line, we repeat the same line of products, and you sing the line."
"I don't know."
"Sing a argument from Drunken boater ; it will have me a hint as to what key you are comfy in."
In a very soft voice the first contrast comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my comfort zone in the bass register.
"Start again, and I'll juncture you. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."
"That's serious, try again with a bit more welly ! What shall we do with a drunken Panama, what shall we do with a sottish Panama hat, what shall we do with a drunken skimmer early in the morning."
"trade good, again, and carry on and add the wey-hays. What shall we do with a bibulous sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the morning.
"That was very good, again, twice on the trot, with a bit more intensity. What shall we do with a boozy sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, What shall we do with a boozy skimmer early in the break of day. 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 drunken bluejacket, what shall we do with a drunken navy man early in the morning."This time 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 daybreak. At the end of this jenny is smiling from ear to ear, suddenly mindful that she could let the cat out of the bag we raise our crank to each other and take over the exercise again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty honorable to me, anyone can babble out, it just takes a lilliputian pattern and a twain of friends who will pass an good opinion of what you sound like. Anyway for a complete change of subject, we do call for to get the quiescence handbag and duvet sorted, and then we find another song or have a brew and go to sleep. Do you sleep on your left wing or redress side and do you prefer your cheek or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my right side, back to the windowpane, that's foxy here with windows on all four sides.
"If you sleep that side you'll be facing the awning, with the blind and curtains, there won't be a lot of light getting in. Can you move off the sleeping pocketbook so I can get at them please ?"I unzip the two quiescence pocketbook from each other, and zip them up as 1. Arranged so that the zilch 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 nighttime it will cause lower limit upset to the other, in the middle draw of the social unit by the wardrobe are a duo of jazz up Aaron's rod that we won at a ceilidh a few years before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to feel a permutation for the main lighting."Do you want to try some more singing or have a cup of tea and kip ?"
"You know when Ken and Sue said I couldn't be safer than with you, I didn't really consider them, but I am beginning to think you are as near as they said."
"I am no saint, but I try to survive as people say I do, if that makes any sense."” So, are we having a brew and dormancy, or staying up for a bit longer ?"
"I think that I would opt 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 rima oris tomorrow, and some tea now might help."I have another rummage in the heart draw poker and then hand William Le Baron Jenny a new toothbrush,"this might help hold on you feeling de-furred ”, I put the timpani on and go to the closet to get one of my T-shirt to use as a nightshirt,"a white Faversham hop festival t-shirt is on top and I pass it across."Will this do to catch some Z's in ?"Jenny holds it in berth in movement of her, it covers all that needs to be covered but not a lot Thomas More, and I've seen shorter dame coming out of the clubs in the townspeople centre, she looks at me and smiles,"what do you think of it ?"
"I don't believe I should give an honorable belief because if I did you hear one heck of a clang as my halo fell off, and that would deflower my reputation as a nice guy. There must be a lot of young men out there would love to be in here instead of me, and I don't think you would be very safety with any of ... No I forgot your T.A. training, they might not be very safe,"At this William Le Baron Jenny starts to giggle,
"I was never in the T.A. I only said it to see what your reaction would be, any sign of hostility and I would induce been out of here and down the township like a shot. Your mirthful reply was pure for the occasion."The kettle starts to whistle so I turn the gas off and establish a pot of tea,
"One moolah, would you like it milky or formula,"
"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 pair to hock up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not commodity for the public figure after 8pm."
I have a couple of digestives and unveil a custard cream and snaffle that for afters, as I had seen Jenny cease her tea, I downed mine quickly and after switching on the LED funnies luminance 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 cook tap on the window and I'll come in for my turn, after a few varlet there are half a dozen strike from inside the van, I get up and turn off the kindle, the awning light and after knocking once on the room access, go inside. Jenny is in bed, lying on her back she lifts her headway and says ;"it's all yours, thank you."In the bathroom, I have a funnies backwash, dry myself, and sporting my tooth, putting my underpants back on and after switching off the light, take the eternal sleep of my clothes and put them on the bed 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 as shooting the wind up flashlight is where I can come up it reach up and pull the cord to turn off the light.
"Just a instant please,"says William Le Baron Jenny, I switch the light back on and she leans over and gives me a peck on the buttock,"thanks for being here and helping me so much, dark night."
"Night night,"I reply and turn the light out.



Chapter Two
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I lie on my back and rewind over the day, thought of what I should have said if I could cerebrate a lot quicker. Ah the acres of what if ... I turn over onto my impart side, with my dorsum to jenny, I can sense her and it relaxes me. It has been a spell since I've had any female companionship in my bedroom and the presence of another soundbox lends a feeling of security as it banishes any loneliness still hiding in the nooks and cranny of this poor old brain of mine. I am fully aware there is nothing sexual in the way I am feeling, it is an almost tribal feeling of belonging again, portion of the grouping identity, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and dusty racetrack of ego depth psychology, why can't I just go with the catamenia.
I awake slowly to the sound of piano call, it isn't me, so it must be jenny ass, lying still for a minute or so I listen, then turning over as if in my sleep and keeping my left arm under the duvet allow it to come to rest over jennet's waist outside her dormancy 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 minutes it might have got been ten, as I was drifting off again, I felt her movement and a few seconds later her arm was holding mine close to her, and I felt her hand feeling for mine, when her lookup was successful her fingerbreadth wormed their way between mine and I felt her relax back towards me, Again I was drifting off and maybe she said it, or I said it, or I dreamed it but somewhere the strait of the Word'thanks'came into my psyche, and then I was away with the faery. The following time I awoke it was probably around six a.m. first visible light was trying to make up its way into the van and I needed the lav, my arm was still around Jenny's waist and we still had our finger's breadth interlaced, despite the docile of trend jenny ass also woke,"morning, what's up ?
"Sorry to disturb you but I have to have a tiddle, otherwise matter are going to get a bit damp around here."
I don't pain in the ass with the wind up blowtorch, there is enough light to see my way to the bathroom without kneeling on Jenny's legs and as I open the bathroom door, a lot of light comes in so it must be well after half five, once I have finished and dried the old man I open the windowpane a little bit and check the weather. well kick downstairs cloud, not raining and strips of sun are coming between the Tree to the E of us, getting on for six or tail past, I think to myself and begin to question how I can estimate accurately when I haven't worn a watch except for gamy solar day since I stopped punching the factory clock as a wage slave eight years ago. I close the window to vent-hole 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 dark I really was feeling low, yesterday lunchtime I was looking forward to a weekend away with my boyfriend, and it all went unseasonable, why can't something go powerful for me ? I'm twenty dollar bill 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 while ?
"That's an awful lot of questions for this betimes in the morning ; do you envision getting up having a tea and then talking, or coming here and let me hold you for another hour or two ? She looks at me as though I had a screw propeller loose, then grin and says,
"You come back down where you were and hold me."I finish my interrupted tripper into my bag and twist over to support her, I am surprised to feel 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 call up of times past, just holding in friendship, us against the world -well our little bit of it.

When I was in my late teens I always seemed to be taking the part of excited advisor to any one of half a XII 13 to 15 yr old girls, who shared a hobby with my chum and me, by their figuring I was old enough to make love, but too old to be interested in them as girlfriends, so I was trusted with a lot of stuff that they couldn't or wouldn't tell their parents.

Now I had the same trusted notion, this could turn addictive. My eyes are very weighty again ; this is so unlike me as I am normally up with the lark, time for another trip away with the faeries ... ..

... .The fairy 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 stomach and as I nuzzle in towards her neck she stirs and turns to present me,"Why are you so in effect to me ?"
"Why are you so good of enquiry in the morning, do you expend all dark thinking them up ?"
"Why do you serve a question with a question ?"
"It's a vindication mechanics, it gives me time to try and throw sentience of a gimcrack question. I don't think I am being full to you in finicky ; I may be being good to person who deserves it. So to answer your question with yet another, how do you specify ‘ being serious'in your situation ? And how do you work out what you deserve ? Finally, are you make for a brew and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


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