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This is a fable news report, not fantasy and while there is a lot of passion and some very erotic natural action in later parts and in Quran two if you are looking for raw action mechanism then I am sorry but this is n't the book for you.


Chapter One
Meeting


It's Friday 29th of April, 4pm and I've just driven into Fort First Earl of Chatham Grammar schooling in Rochester. It is a Grey and chilly afternoon as I drive through the car parking lot and onto the sports subject field, a unforesightful drive along the right hand side of the field to halfway along the fencing beside the lawn tennis courts, this where I pull up and park the caravan analogue with the fence to unite with other camper etc. performing at the chimneysweep festival. I have been coming to sweeps for over XX long time but this is the first since I lost my wife. This twelvemonth I'm not performing - a position we both danced with last year has put me on their enduringness for the weekend - so I can just relax and get up with news program and gossip from supporter in other sides that I've not seen since the Tenterden common people weekend hold up October.
beginning affair 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 rain that is forecast for over night and early cockcrow, not as well-off unmarried handed and I definitely feel the need for a few orang-utan gene as my sleeve seem to be a good foundation too short to bear up the framework and catch the next terminal that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, next is to set up the two solar panels and get the electric connected up, the end chore is to get some water - Forty litres in the aqua roll and ten for the privy tank- it's a bit of a trek round to the early side of the site and a fair weight to haul back but I haven't used the car to transfer water before and hopefully I'm not going to start for a few years yet. Ye gods though, it seems twice as far this year, I wish I'd used my puffer before I left, on my reappearance to the train I connect the Aqua-roll and run the pump until the smell of sterilising fluid dissipates then fill the tympani for a brewage, While the tympanum is heating I make the bed up, I don't illusion trying to sleep on either of the single sizing bottom at the sides of the van, knowing my chance I'll probably fall out, so make up the wax width bed as we usually did, it's about six groundwork three second power ; luck of way to scatter out in, bloody lonely though, ‘ snap out of it'I tell myself, ‘ that way leads to more weeds and slump ’.
I connect my MP3 player into the van phone organization and listen to Amazing Blondel's"England ”, a most relaxing LP/CD to heed to. I had the LP from the seventies and bought the re-mastered CD from the artist when they were at"folk off the wharf"at Cromer. To further ease my way into the weekend the kettledrum starts to sing as"Seascape"Menachem Begin and the first off drop of rain line of gab onto the sunblind, oh well, two out of three isn't too bad. Sitting in the awning with a goodly prominent mug of steaming Yorkshire tea, I think back over the lowest twenty three years, here for all but one or two sweep, I have danced, played, or drummed for six, no seven sides, I prefer delimitation and molly and am not so keen on northwesterly, this means that whilst I may well only know thirty or forty mass's names I am on nodding damage with a hundred or Sir Thomas More, that's the form of society I will appreciate this week-end, and there should be a sing-around or undecided awning somewhere on the field every evening.
The rain sounds as though it's getting heavier so I glance up from my Kindle to gibe 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, grim fuzz pulled back into a very long shot glass backside, not a great spate of war paint although not too easy to tell in the fall light source, this coupled with her drear clothing makes exact estimation difficult. She is about five foot six or seven and reduce but with a pattern, black short coat tailored in to the waistline and flaring over her hips, Joseph Black or navy blue trousers, black shoes with a slight cad, role girl, secretarial assistant, land agent ? Nosey, curious or just trying to avail,"Do you need any avail ?"I ask and she jumps as though I poked her in the ribs.
"No thanks, I'm waiting for my boyfriend, he's bringing the camping stuff and we arranged to meet along here about an time of day ago, assuming the traffic on the M11 & M25 was thoroughly or sometime later if it was bad. The problem is he doesn't have a mobile phone so I can't contact him to find out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my awning for a few bit or so, I can nibble up Essex and Kent dealings newsworthiness on the radio in the van so at least you can have an musical theme of when he is likely to get here ; I don't want to cause you any worry but if he's had a puncture that could add another one-half 60 minutes to his arrival time."I stop Blondel and tune the receiving set to ninety five point three FM. A few bit later at 25 past tense five BBC Essex reports all well-defined on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the nosepiece, around 15 minutes wait and no reported delays in Kent.
"wellspring"I say"It doesn't look like there are any traffic hassles, between here and ... where is he coming from, you didn't say ?"
"He's coming from Bishops Stortford where he collected the camping gear from my flat, and should have left about two o'clock ; he assumed an hour for the M11 and M25, twenty minutes for traffic over the bridge, and another forty for A2, M2, and Rochester and he should own 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 place I would want to detect out if he has left or not, and if he has left, when he left. Another estimation, since you were both coming here, either you or he is a member of one of the side of meat performing this week-end, it might be worth searching them out to find out if they may have heard anything, so who are you with ?
"Dave dances with Billington Clog, I, by the way am Jennifer, most the great unwashed call me Jenny, and Dave was hoping that a week-end away with them would get me involved as well ”.
"It's in effect to know names, I'm frankfurter, so shall we see if we can find 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 field hand side on the edge of the sphere, 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 days, I know a lot of position, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and form our way down to the bed centre, the side down there is usually Blackwater Morris, we danced with them for four or five years around the turn of the century, I only have one brolly so we will best share that as it's sounding a bit break out there, although it always sounds wetter under an awning than it actually is alfresco. Do you lie with the names of any Billington masses so at to the lowest degree we can be sociable ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"Dark wild blue yonder Hyundai I10"she says as a dark car approaches, no, it's a little Honda. We walk towards the footprint at the top end of the area, I can't see any Morris kit at the camper van parked at the end so after knocking on the door, it is answered by a man in his fifty dollar bill or thereabouts holding a pint pewter tankard, and wearing a Dead Horse jersey, I ask,"Hi, are you performing this week-end ?"
"No, not this year nigh 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 trip the light fantastic toe the sun up, and then do pub dance out locally, so though we are booked in we won't be dancing."
"Do you get laid what side is parked following to you, or do you have any idea where Billington clog might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a clew who is next 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 ?"
"Jenny, this is one for you, do you know where they are based ?"
"They drill Midweek evenings at a hotel in Bishops Stortford, that's just about all I know, not a lot of help am I ?"
"Never nous, we'll go and see if anyone is in side by side threshold, if not we can ask at Grim, I know a few of them and a twosome of them are very lettered about East Anglian side ”. The pelting is now a steady gentle pelting, not cold, but the breeze makes it find chilly. There is no-one around the tents, so we move down the agate line, a couple of Grim citizenry are sipping beer and talking under a gazebo and they say it is a Cotswold slope next door on the entrance slope, the rest of Pretty Grim are down the town getting food, so we continue on to the future assemblage of vans and tents, these belong to ousel Border, Another face from Bedfordshire, it's their first prison term here as a side, a few members have been here with other position but no-one has heard of Billington. We are nearly halfway down the beginning side of the field, still looking for his car and looking behind us every metre a car comes onto the playing area, the next couple of tents belong to Winstree hundred geta, they are a retentive established side from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for years, most of their people are nearer to Blackwater, again nobody knows of Billington and their bagman has a dancing program for the festival - this is just a guidebook to where position might or might not be - it has been said that organising a terpsichore schedule for Morris side of meat is akin to herding cats ! The dance schedule doesn't list Billington.
"Thanks for your help, I suppose that Billington are just coming down for a flavour around if they haven't been going long ”,
"Thanks as well from me"says Jenny.
"wellspring we are back at my caravan now let's go in for a bit of a think and a beverage ”, 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 strange that no-one has heard of them. I might well go for a vagabond down towards Blackwater and see who is between us and them and then spoil to the early position of the field of operation and find Hertfordshire Holly if they are camping this twelvemonth ; they are from Ware and if I remember aright that's only ten miles from Stortford, Some-one must know something about them, If you can keep an eye on the kettle and realize brew, the holdfast are in there."I say, pointing to the cupboard over the cooker, be back in five minutes or so."
I continued walking down the field towards Blackwater ; adjacent to us are visitors from Kingdom of The Netherlands just come to see the festival and then move on somewhere else, past them are the residual 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 side of the campsite diametrical my van where the trees are growing down a steep coin bank, asking at the first campervan with sparkle on whom they are and if they know of Billington clog ?"Sorry, I can't be of much help we're Moonshine, it's our first off year but know that the Witchmen are from the calypso motor-home to the nook, and they are a Cotswold position over the road way, I don't know who is next to us down the field, it's a ladies position with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A unawares wander to a chemical group of musicians and a pair of query confirm that they are indeed Hertfordshire Holly but no-one knows of Billington. That, so far as I am come to, means that Billington doesn't exist, the only really disturbing 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 athletic competition track round the area, I recognise a couple of Blackwater masses, impart them a wave and shout out 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 light isn't goodness 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 Leo the Lion smoking tax shelter while she was getting her dinner from the Tesco's just over the road from there, she had assumed we had cancelled our stumble here."On hearing this a theory was forming in my mind,"I don't want to pry but if Chrissie is in the unconditional following to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a vapid ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the short somewhat abrupt reply.
"Pure speculation, but do you experience by yourself and if so has anyone else got a key to your monotonic"?
"Since you don't know where I live I can tell you that, I do live solo, and Chrissie has my second spare key in showcase I lose mine or leave them at work, Dave has my other key ‘ cos all the camping clobber is mine and he was picking it up after work, why ?"
"I'm just a little concerned at the way thing are starting to shape up, so do you consume much in the way of high-pitched note value stuff and nonsense in your flat tire, stereophonic system, 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 legal instrument, a brooch that belonged to my grannie that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to vagabond aspersions without some kind of proof but I can't assist thinking that he might have planned to have you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your stuff ”. The colour drained from Jenny's face and she looked like her peg weren't too stabilize, she rested her hands on the edge of the mesa and slumped down into a chairperson."Not my Dad's stuff, I couldn't bear losing any of that, it's all insured but that's not what matters, another silver flute wouldn't be his ! !
"looking"I say,"If, note the if that is what someone planned, it is fairly well-heeled to spike out their accelerator pedal, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the important items into her matt as soon as possible if she can, you could talk her through where they are mobile to mobile assuming of line that she has one. I hope your Dad didn't playing period grand piano or look-alike bass, it might be a bit tricky for her."
"No there is zero heavy, a transverse flute, two acoustic guitars, a melodeon and two concertinas."This was said while she was ringing Chrissie, it seemed to take an age before she spoke to Chrissie, and then I thought she was going to start crying as she said"Chrissie, I am ok but I need you to do me a netherworld of a big favour if you can and as quickly as potential, I think Dave got me down here so he can pinch my Dad's stuff while I am stuck here, if you use my dispense with 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 than I think about it the more I worry about how safety the remainder of my matter are, he was always asking about Dad's instrument and why I didn't play them and why I spent so much on clothes, he never seemed to sustain any money and was always talking about his ‘ plenteous'girlfriend."
"Right, while we are waiting to get back to Chrissie, did you make a brewage ?"
"Yes, sorry I forgot about it after Chrissie rang"
"Don't worry, I ‘ ll do it, Milk and sugar ?"
"Yes please, Milk, one sugar. 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 honest intelligence to say about Dave but I put it down to a spot of the little commons monster, but as I said, thinking about it, it seems so obvious now."
"I'm not so sealed it is obvious, but I don't know him, and I still abide by ‘ innocent until ’, teas up ! seed inside, I'll put the fastball on to facilitate with the thawing out, that mizzle is definitely feeling chilly on my shirt."
I made the bed up earlier, so we sat on the edge of the bed and the positioning may not induce been the dependable to serve 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,"
"trio 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 movement to her ear, after a couple of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"steady miss, pass on me a hazard, I've just put my shopping on the board and grabbed your key."... There is a interruption, a door closure, a few steps ... key in another door and the sound of it opening,
"right I'm in, your camping train is in the Asaph Hall, and the telly is in view, as is the shadow guitar on the wall."
"OK ! That's Dad's Fylde, go into my sleeping accommodation, another guitar by the bed,"
"Yes, a big one, light coloured, with a brightly coloured leather strap,"
"Great, that's dada Takamine, sorry to be so paranoiac but did you lock the front room access when you came in"
"No, I didn't I'll pop back and do it now .... All secure I put the chain on as well."
"Right, now we can take our meter and make sure as shooting 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 contraband jewellery box in the top of that is a gold broach with green, brownish-yellow and top stones."
"Yes, it's here, Wow, jenny ass that's beautiful, you won't habiliment that when you go clubbing ! !
"No, that was grannie's it's too old fashioned for today."
"We will debate about that later, what's side by side to check, from the way you're bedevilment would I be too far out saying I have a gentlewoman of essence living next room access"
"We will hash out that when I get back, back to the living room, in the sideboard type thing in the right manus end open the door there should be an almost white oblong squeeze-box and a black octagonal one, in the left handwriting position, a Shirley Temple Black flat box thirty five by twelve by three that's a flute, and another squeeze-box with leather bellows and wooden ends."
"All present and redress, what happens now ?"
"Can you move all the musical tool and the broach into your mat along with anything else you think of as deserving thieving, and thank you for being such a not bad Quaker ?"
"No ! I won't take the chance, while they are in my savourless 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 couple of years ago, just before you moved in to the pulley, were all these tool his, and refuse if you want to but what variety of value will I be babysitting for the weekend."
"This goes no further, Chrissie, right."
"Of course, jennet, I'm just nosey, not a gossip."
"They were all Dads, and are Charles Frederick Worth about eight thousand Cypriot pound, add in the brooch and you can just about double it.
"I wish I hadn't asked now, you know I don't like responsibleness outside workplace, and this is a heck of a lot of trust you're putting in me, I should palpate flattered but I am a bit disturbed 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 motion, I will will my room access open so that I can hear anyone in the hallway, while I'm getting packed, I'll ring you when I'm back in."
In jenny's flat Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to time the movement and keep Jenny's flat secure, ‘ if I can get my articulatio radiocarpea 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 room access and checks the gap that the chain allows, about two and a half in, putting her wrist joint through it seems to give up a just bit of bowel movement for her articulatio radiocarpea and digit, has she enough flexibility to fit and move out the strand, I have the key and if I get the Chain on and can't get it off again, jennet's stuff will be a lot dependable once I've locked the room access. Holding the door a ‘ too with her leave hired man in the missive box the foresightful slim down fingers of her rightfield hand lifts the range of mountains end, using her pollex as a guide along the duration of the chain slot, her finger tips detect the possibility for the end, it's very tight causing quite a bit of discomfort, but with an superfluous pulling on the missive box, increase the space for the end to pop into the slot.
Yeah ! That's part one done, she said to herself, getting her hired man out was easy once the chain slid along the one-armed bandit, pulling the doorway shut and making sure the latch was home, finally after opening the door again to check the chain is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own directly to compact for the weekend. ‘ Don't postulate tea or coffee berry, take Milk, cereal for tomorrow, dressing gown, change of dress, toiletry, make-up it doesn't seem like a lot, but it's only overnight, I must get my earpiece charger, don't want it going prostrate overnight. This'll do, both Seth of keys and I'm ready to go.'
Putting the key in the door it opens to the concatenation limit point, just popping the Sir Ernst Boris Chain off and I'm done, She slips her wrist joint through and then thinks, I wonder what the law would say if they just happened to pop in for a schmoose, by the clip the thought was finished her fingers had found the end of the chain and slipped it out of the channel. All done and with a suspiration of respite she pulls the key from the door, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the heap of camping gear she slips the chain back into place.

Back in Rochester Jenny is nearly climbing the walls"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"Come on Jenny, give her a chance, could you rearrange your weekend, pack a bag, secure your own place, move in, unpack, get the tympani on and ring back in less than 15 minutes ?"
"I suppose you're right, but it doesn't stop me worrying about how things are going."
"Once she has rung you back, and you know everything's safe and secure, I will sort out some food for thought for us, it won't be posh but it will be tender and filling."I said, getting up and moving to the electric refrigerator and getting out a chicken curry I had made late Thursday, there isn't enough to meet us both up but Elmer Leopold Rice or alimentary paste will bulk it up. Next is to get the wok under the cooker, on my human knee head down and backside upwards, I get it out, turn the gas ring on low and tip the curry in.
"Would you prefer rice or pasta ?
"Pasta please"I'm in the midsection of filling a saucepan for the pasta, when her phone goes, Beautiful South ringtone I think, remembering CDs my kids had in the past.
"Hi, Chrissie how did you get on, Is everything ok ?
"Yes, all sorted, I locked and chained your door on the way out, unlocked and unchained the doorway to get in with my stuff."
"Great, could you do one Thomas 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 occur out and change the ringlet and leave 3 keys with you, my council tax money is with the bill under the transverse flute box, pay him from that if you can get a Cash discount, if not tell him to invoice me and I'll settle up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a trouble, any particular sort of lock, or colouring or budget."
"No, high security measures is the only essential, I have to go now it smells like dinner party is ready, I will ring you tomorrow afternoon, to give 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 white wine with wimp, but it's curried and so you have a option of red out of a box or beer, what will you be having ?"
"A drop of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to feel the heat for hours.
"No, it's quite mild really, I make my own curry library paste in bulk and then use half of what the fussy recipe I'm using calls for, I divvy up the curry and tell jenny ass to get pasta to preference. Do you want to stick here in the warm and eat off your lap or proceed out into the sunshade and use the table ?"
"I prefer to stay tender and comfy thanks."
I turn on the MP3 player and select random instant replay of the record album on there. The Poozies come on initiatory, lovemaking on a Farm boy Wages, nice concord on this and with a bit of go to the chorus. I reset the player to flirt all of that CD, and Jenny asks who are they I give her their name and explain how they took it."When they first formed they practiced in a pub, and decided to give thanks the landlord by using the pub public figure but as the pub was the Nancy Poozy, the Nancy was dropped and that's how they became The Poozies. To me it is a 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-scale village in Oxfordshire, north of Banbury, a Civil War battle was fought there in 1644. The ‘ what'is a music festival, up XL thousand people, from new born to Ninety plus, basically recycled and reborn hippies ? It started out as an annual reunion of the appendage of Fairport Convention at a settlement fiesta and just sort of grew.
Practically every CD on here has a story, I only have about a 12 CD or CD solidifying that have come from a workshop, near are bought from the artists at signings and ethnic music club intervals."
"So what sort of euphony motility 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 care some of Dad's rock'n'roll music from the late sixties and into the mid-seventies but the but single that I can really remember auditory sense was direction, the Moody Blues, Yes, and kink Wakeman, just about centre up my musical inclinations."
"I've got Yes and Rick Wakeman here, would you like to take heed some while I do the clarification up,"
"Yes please, Yes, any of their former stuff would be nice."
"It's only a bang-up hits type CD but it has ‘ yours is no disgrace'and others from that LP"
William Le Baron Jenny slips off to another stead while the music is playing, it's a few years since I played the CD from end to end, and after a couple of racecourse I'm back to post energy crisis Britain circa1976, working in a mill, having my auricle bashed by machine haphazardness during the day and music at"realistic"point under a big distich of earphone at other times, ( all headphones were big in those days ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered classical Guitar, gypsy dancing Guitar, John Williams and Flavius Claudius Julianus Bream, Paco Penja and folk John Rock, an altogether smooth scene. By the metre the music had got towards the end of spaceship 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 optic, a touch of a tremble to the lips. Do I touch her or not, heck, I've never been in effect with handling my own emotions let only others, no leave her to it, ‘ better to stay fresh unity mouth shut and be thought an moron than to afford it and turn out it'as the old phrase goes seems to fit best, her glass is evacuate, 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 quiet ‘ thanks ’.
"sunshine"I say, in salutation,"I would like to offer a penny for them, but I think they were much more significant than that, the medicine 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, confusion that is called society."“ However that is enough of the intemperate philosophical stuff for now, I was intending to take my poppycock down to the bottomland heart, and see if Blackwater Robert Morris has a sing-around going on or about to take up, if you're up to it you are more than welcome to connect in."
"I don't know if I'd be practically use in a sing-around, I can't sing."
"Lack of ability never stopped a lot of hoi polloi in sing-around, it isn't about being salutary at anything, it's about having the confidence to deliver a go or to just join in with the chorus and listening to what others have to take on, and most songs have a tarradiddle if you listen for it. do on it will do you good, I can practically insure no-one will upset you by playing or singing Yes or Wakeman."
"OK, thanks"
"Now you have to work,"I say with a grin, if you can demand two president and the wine, I'll bring instruments, medicine and songbook and our glasses. hindquarters up ”. As I finish my drinking glass."Excuse me, but my box and guitar are under the bed, if you wrap up then go into the sunblind I'll see you in a minute once I'm organised."
"While I am waiting, where are the stool around here ?"
"You just passed it, it's in there, Twist the large record on the left hand to empty it, and then push it down to pump in bowl cleaner, toilet roll is to the right under a cover, hand basin comes down after swivelling the gimmick on the right wing, the brightness level if you want it is vertical on the right, switch 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, grab a sweatshirt from the wardrobe, and flex off the warmer, books are in the top draw and a bag is taken out of the middle draw, all the books go in there with the wine glass either side, I take the bladder out of the box of vino and that fits in as well. jenny comes out of the lavatory,"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 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 rest. There is no change in the pelting, still inhuman and suffering, maybe affair will relieve up when we get inside, we arrive at a gravid 4 situation train with awning, and there are half a 12 inside,"Knock Knock, permission to go into please."
"Hi hotdog, come in, lots of space available."
"Thanks Ken, where's your other half."
While we are opening the chairs and getting the instruments out of the way, the conversation continues.
"Sue is inside just finishing putting away the dinner washing up, we're both sorry about Linda, we didn't hear until too late to follow,"
"Don't worry ; I expect to try that a lot of metre this week-end."
"So, who is your ally then,"asks Ken.
"She isn't a friend, no, that came out untimely. What I meant was a distich of hours ago we had only just met, her name is Jennifer, response to Jenny, and she is as about to a waif or stray that you will see this week-end. Jenny, running round from Ken he is the commercial traveller, 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 terpsichore when needed. To her right is her partner, Richard, he bangs a drum for us at the moment, I don't know if Andy was with us when we finish met, he's the baby of the side, just turned twenty, he is a social dancer, a bit prompt but has the eye for movement, and his lady friend Lisa, she ‘ s not involved at the moment, but who can tell."Ken says with a wink in her direction.
"Would either of you like a drink,"asks Sue,"we have red and white wine, some of sight fortified home brewage, 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 box bladder from the backpack,"it is undamaged, I pour a glass each for William Le Baron Jenny and me."We didn't have the blank to get the box as well so if anyone fancies a drop, its Tesco's okay soft Gallic red."
Sue settles herself in the corner next to Ken,"So what's the account with you and this young lady, you are nearly old enough to be her grandfather ! ?"
"Cheeky, I'm not as old as you think I look,"says I,"Jenny has been sent down here by her boyfriend, a extremity of Billington clog, he was to pluck up the camping gear from her flat after work and make out down to join her at about four pm. She was walking up and down the rail looking for him when it started to rain, I invited her in to shelter for a bit and after hearing on the wireless that there was no traffic problems 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 side of meat who had. While Jenny brewed up I went across the field to Hertfordshire Holly, they are based in merchandise 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 base to a lesser extent than half an hour before, and to cut a long story short, she is moving into Jenny's blank space 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 locks changed tomorrow. Which leaves this poor lass down here without a berth till she can get base ?"
"well"says Sue,"you couldn't have found a safe built in bed than with Frank, we would commit 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 wagon train, I've got two sleeping cup of tea and a king-sized duvet in there, the only guileful bit is getting make for bed. With the lightness out and the screen down you can't see a matter anyway, so one gets gear up while the other is in the shower elbow room doing teeth etc. then swap, sleeping bag each and with the eiderdown over the top we should be plenty 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 glories of our armed military unit, threatening poor innocent serenity loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chuckles and it seems as though no more doubtfulness are going to be asked of me or Jenny, so in the brusque silence 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 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 work Sabbatum, he is with the ambulance service, and they can't swop around like they could a few class back. We only have us eight camping, two are bed and breakfasting, and three are coming down for the day tomorrow and may also push back down again on Billy Sunday. There isn't a lot happening with other local anesthetic incline, we all want more members but all that seems to be happening is more people are dancing with more than one side, doing margin or molly on Sat and Cotswold on William Ashley Sunday. Further afield I was told that Ely molding have had a bit of an uncivil war, accusations and inexactitudes flying about strawman, left and centre, a duad of them are with Green flying dragon tomorrow, and Littlebury seem to have snaffled the eternal sleep.
"Do you have any plans for dancing or playing in the future, I know its early days yet, but I have heard there is a waiting line to ask you to conjoin them but no-one wants to be so insensitive to be the world-class to ask. We have known each former for lo, nearly 20 years now and you know I don't have a medium bone in my head, so will you come in back to us when you feel up to it."
"I'm flattered that you think I'm still equal to 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 pull your water troll by manus again, finally twelvemonth we told you to mind to yourself and to, cite, work smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't monetary value ten pence of diesel to force round and back, if you can haul that lot without having a heart onrush you are More than fit enough to keep up with us."
"It's not keeping up with you, you fat sodomist ; it's keeping up with that young ‘ un that going to cause a problem."I said with a big grin, Ken couldn't have been half a Harlan Fiske Stone profound than me and was always on a diet, but only diets that permitted inebriant ! I had expected to be invited back by one of the position we had danced with this week-end and it didn't storm me that Ken would be the first to ask, now should I reward him for his courage for asking first or punish him for his insensitiveness.
"The question is should I reward you for your courage for asking first or punish you for your insensitivity. As my fry know I don't go in for a lot of punishment, confidential information by example is sluttish than punishment in my book, so you won't get a uncoiled 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 stop trying to make me guess of the past and get back to here and now. Any requests that do not involve hard drink, anatomical impossibilities, or me singing ?"
"I want to hear you sing, what have you to tender for my entertainment ?"Said Jenny, looking me in the eye with a bit of a smile on the bit half of the interrogative, no, it's the wine kicking in it couldn't have been any form of flirting, could it ?
At this point Richard leaves the awning to input about the tallness of the nettles and other remark about ‘ taking away the pain but leave the swelling ’.
"He'll be back in a minute, just checking on the children in the wagon train, I checked just before you arrived, we have this varan device, range of thirty meter, but we both like to submit turns to check."Convention dictates that the host starts us off and straight proceedings, so it's up to Ken to get us off,"what's it to be, sea Sung and sea chantey first time round as common, then another theme succeeding time bout ?"
"Yes that's formula,"Says Ken as he launches straight into ‘ Dixieland Australia'he has the vocalization for this one, it needs a bit of power to help countermand the chorus.
Why is it every song he knows lasts less than two minutes, he probably wrote pop songs in the sixties, most of them struggled to final three minutes ? At this point Richard returns."All tranquillise"he whispered to Kath.
Next to Ken is Sue, I expect her to pass, but if she does she will have to sing next time and she may not hold a relevant song. To my surprise she starts to sing ‘ The Leaving of Liverpool'that's a new one for her since Tenterden, it's a long one, going on to six minutes at an medium speed. Harry gets to go next, and pin with ‘ Drunken sailor ’, a few verses will be added that don't appear in the shanty books, some may bring a bit of colour to an innocents cheeks, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's turn next and she plays Portsmouth on her melodeon, giving it the Oldfield treatment, enceinte chords, and faster as it trips along, the rest of us starts drumming on the table to encourage her along. This provokes a few quick grab for crank as the table motion in time with the euphony, much more fun than sitting around in the van."I can't compete with that, I pass"says Kath.
"That means you have to sing one future clock time round no subject what musical theme is selected"
"If it gets turn 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 barrel"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 tell a chronicle, or wreak a tune."Ken replies."This is their first camp out with a Morris position, they've never been to a sing-around or open mic night before, and to me it seems strange that advanced adults could have led such a sheltered existence."
"The only bit of verse I know is something I learnt at school thirty long time 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 menage to haven in cheery Palestine,
with a cargo of bone, and imitator and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedar Natalie Wood, and sweet Theodore Harold White wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shore,
With a load of diamonds, Emeralds, amethysts,
common topaz, and cinnamon, and atomic number 79 moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked dope push-down stack,
butting through the communication channel in the mad march days,
with a cargo of Tyne coal, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and tacky tin trays.

"custody up those that learned that as a mo twelvemonth at secondary school"says Ken.
Only jennet, Andy and Lisa fail to produce a hand.
"manpower up those that still remember the author and title of respect"
I remember it was by St. John John Masefield, but don't remember the title, only two hired hand stay up ; Richards and cognizance."hurrah for secondary coil advanced Department of Education, pity we scrapped it over 30 twelvemonth ago."Said Ken,"Cargo's by John John Masefield for those who want to love, and here ends the in conclusion object lesson for today. It's cycle to your turn Andy."
Andy goes straight into a The Islands by Ralph Mc Tell, a great song about The Braer oil tanker disaster in the Shetland sheepdog in, I think, 1993. That gets him a bout of applause ; he has a beneficial articulation 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 whiskey gigue, quite libertine and well deserving listening to and then without me really hearing the transition it slows down to the Skye Boat song. There is applause all rung for that, and after Ken winked at me he posed the carry query,"who is future ? jennet, it's your bout to do one ”.
"No way, I don't have the power 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 starting time I have to irrigate the nettles and Bob Hope that some kindly soul will refill our glasses in my absence."More rag gossip dog me out the awning.
"Ok pattern service has been restored, thanks whoever did the wine-colored,"Jenny nods to me,"sentence for another Fairport connecter, and in agreement with the sea theme I will do ‘ laurels and praise ’, the guitar music is a bit cunning but I'll play something near."It only takes a few minute get my guitar out of its vitrine and I return to behind my stern as I find it a lot easygoing to toy standing, and breathing for singing is also a lot soft, sitting down I just can't get adequate air in."I suppose we have to wait while you tune up now,"said Kath,
"No, Once it is in line it stays there, I might have to retune two or three times after fitting new string, especially as I use duplicate light strings, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a fine summers cockcrow we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled richly 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 Song dynasty, well, I like all the songs and euphony I play, wasted crusade to toy hooey you don't like. I finish the song without too many mistakes, a bit of easy applause follows,"Thank you, it didn't go as well as I had hoped but I am going to find fault the hard drink. So on that note, it must be close to knocking off clock time as Kath and Richard are getting their stuff together, we ought to ready a motion if that's ok with you, Jenny."She nods,"By the time we've made a brew, sorted the bedding out, and done our ablutions it will be getting on bit."I put my guitar away, pick up my melodeon in its bag, Jenny folded the hot seat and took the spyglass, passing mine to me to end off, that done I passed it back. There was about half a chicken feed of wine left in the bladder,"Ken, you can finish this off, ok ? See you tomorrow, slumber tight and all that."
It is still drizzling quite steadily so we walk smartly up the field back to my van, unzipping the sunshade, I usher Jenny in first and follow inside, I put the guitar on the board and fumble my way across to the van door so I can switch on the sunshade light, once we can see, I unlock the van threshold and going in put my melodeon on the bed, while I am in I turn on the gas elbow room heater, back in the awning, I set the chairs up, institutionalise Jenny in and abide by 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 duvet ”. Jenny slips her brake shoe off and creep onto the bed and turns round to face me from a kneeling situation, she looks very precious like that, and I smile at her, pulling the duvet out of the under bed store locker is a bit of a engagement but it finally comes out. I then reverse out and lifting my guitar from the bed, slide it under the bed to the movement of the van leaving infinite for the melodeon behind it but far enough under to be safe from getting kicked.
"Do you project another drink or a cup of tea,"I ask.
"I wouldn't mind another glass of wine-coloured if you have any and some more music, if it isn't too of late for you."
"It isn't too late for me, we will all be up later tomorrow night, they are dancing nearly of tomorrow and so Friday dark isn't normally a late night. Above your chief in the midway cupboard there are a couple of wine boxes, take your option, I will sieve the medicine"
"I was hoping you might sing a few to a greater extent songs, live music is much nicer than recorded."
"Having put the cat's-paw away, it will hold to be a cappella, if you pinna are up to it, any hazard with the wine yet,"she passes the box to me to spread out,"I'll afford it shall I"I say with a grinning and a lifted brow. I don't like opening these boxes either but say nothing, once capable I get the two glasses we used earlier and lifting them to the light I note which one has a trace of lipstick or lip gloss, just a pinkish trace, but enough for her to identify her previous glass. They are large glasses, so I only three living quarters fill them, putting hers on the electric refrigerator unit, to her right, I drop to my knees and putting my shabu on the unit near the fire, 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 acclivity as quickly.
"You requested a Song dynasty, so what form of Sung dynasty would you like to hear ?"
"Can you continue the sea songs theme ? The Song I heard other 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 carnival privateer,
And our pay it was week overdue ... ..
... ... Captain Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a dainty song, not a gracious story what with rape and twisting, but good."
"What's next,"Jenny asks,
"One from you, please."
"As I said, I can't sing, I can't manoeuvre, and I don't know any poetry."
"right field, here begins your first vocalizing moral, Do you know ‘ early one dawning ’,"“ No."
"Ok, I'll sing a rail line, we repeat the same argumentation, and you sing the line."
"I don't know."
"Sing a bloodline from Drunken Sailor ; it will give me a touch as to what key you are comfy in."
In a very soft voice the first gear course comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my comfort zone in the Bass register.
"Start again, and I'll join you. What shall we do with a drunken crewman, what shall we do with a sottish sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."
"That's honorable, 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 bibulous sailor early in the morning."
"Good, again, and carry on and add the wey-hays. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken skimmer, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the dayspring. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the morning.
"That was very good, again, twice on the trot, with a bit more volume. What shall we do with a sottish sailor, what shall we do with a drunken Panama, What shall we do with a boozy skimmer early in the dawning. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the morning.
What shall we do with a sottish sailor, what shall we do with a sottish straw hat, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."This time I harmonise on the wey-heys with farsighted 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 talk we raise our glasses to each other and echo the exercise again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty safe to me, anyone can sing, it just takes a little practice and a couple of friends who will give an honest belief of what you sound like. Anyway for a complete change of capable, we do need to get the sleeping bags and duvet sorted, and then we find another song or cause a brew and go to kip. Do you sleep on your left or properly face and do you prefer your cheek or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my mighty side, back to the window, that's tricky here with windows on all four sides.
"If you sleep that incline 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 bags so I can get at them please ?"I unzip the two sleeping bags from each other, and zip them up as single. Arranged so that the zips are away from the nitty-gritty of the bed with the duvet on top so that if either of us need to get up during the dark it will cause minimum interference to the other, in the middle draw of the unit by the wardrobe are a span of wind up torches that we won at a ceilidh a few class before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to rule a switch for the master lights."Do you require to try some more swinge or have a cup of tea and sleep ?"
"You know when Ken and Sue said I couldn't be safe than with you, I didn't really trust them, but I am beginning to suppose you are as in force as they said."
"I am no nonesuch, but I try to live as people say I do, if that makes any sense."” So, are we having a brewage and sleeping, or staying up for a bit longer ?"
"I think that I would prefer to log Z's, it has been a prospicient and stressful day, and I don't normally settle well in a strange bed. I would wish 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 middle draw and then deal Jenny a new soup-strainer,"this might aid hold open you feeling de-furred ”, I put the boiler on and go to the wardrobe to get one of my tee shirt to use as a nightshirt,"a white Faversham hop fete tee shirt is on top and I pass it across."Will this do to sleep in ?"Jenny holds it in place in front of her, it covers all that needs to be covered but not a lot more, and I've seen unretentive doll coming out of the clubs in the town centre, she looks at me and smile,"what do you think of it ?"
"I don't believe I should turn over an good opinion because if I did you learn one heck of a clang as my aura fell off, and that would ruin my reputation as a gracious guy. There must be a lot of vernal men out there would love to be in here instead of me, and I don't think you would be very safe with any of ... No I forgot your T.A. training, they might not be very prophylactic,"At this jenny starts to giggle,
"I was never in the T.A. I only said it to see what your reaction would be, any mark of aggression and I would have been out of here and down the town like a shot. Your comic answer was perfect for the occasion."The kettle starts to whistle so I turn the gas off and realise a pot of tea,
"One sugar, would you like it milky or normal,"
"Milky please, so that it goes straight down, thanks."I make mine the same,
"Would you like a biscuit to go with this, I'm having a couplet to drench up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not good for the chassis after 8pm."
I have a mates of digestives and uncover a custard cream and snaffle bit that for dessert, as I had seen Jenny finish her tea, I downed mine quickly and after switching on the LED strip show twinkle 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 prepare for bed, when you are in and ready tap on the window and I'll come in for my turn, after a few page there are half a 12 raps 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 ass is in bed, lying on her back she lifts her head and says ;"it's all yours, thank you."In the bathroom, I have a airstrip wash, dry myself, and clean my tooth, putting my underpants back on and after switching off the light, take the rest period of my clothes and put them on the arse 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 enough the twist up torch is where I can find it make up and pull the cord to turn over off the light.
"Just a second please,"says Jenny, I switch the illumine back on and she leans over and gives me a peck on the buttock,"thanks for being here and helping me so much, night night."
"Night night,"I reply and turn the loose out.



Chapter Two
Trust

I lie on my spinal column and rewind over the day, cerebration of what I should have said if I could imagine a lot quicker. Ah the land of what if ... I turn over onto my result slope, with my dorsum to Jenny, I can smell her and it relaxes me. It has been a while since I've had any female caller in my bedchamber and the mien of another body lends a spirit of security as it banishes any loneliness still hiding in the nooks and crannies of this pathetic old genius of mine. I am fully aware there is nothing sexual in the way I am feeling, it is an almost tribal intuitive feeling of belonging again, part of the chemical group identity, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and dusty cut of self analysis, why can't I just go with the flow.
I awake slowly to the sound of soft weeping, it isn't me, so it must be jenny ass, lying still for a min or so I listen, then turning over as if in my sopor and keeping my pull up stakes arm under the duvet leave it to come to rest over Jenny's waist outside her sleeping bag, her crying reduces to a whimpering sniffling auditory sensation but doesn't full point, she must be wake and miserable, what should I do and also what will she do ? A while later, it could have been two bit it might have been ten, as I was drifting off again, I felt her move and a few irregular later her arm was holding mine close to her, and I felt her hired hand spirit for mine, when her search was successful her fingers wormed their way between mine and I felt her unbend back towards me, Again I was drifting off and maybe she said it, or I said it, or I dreamed it but somewhere the phone of the give-and-take'thanks'came into my psyche, and then I was away with the sprite. The next time I awoke it was probably around six a.m. first gear luminousness was trying to make its way into the van and I needed the bathroom, my arm was still around Jenny's shank and we still had our fingers interlaced, despite the soft of campaign Jenny also woke,"morn, what's up ?
"Sorry to disturb you but I have to bear a tiddle, otherwise things are going to get a bit break around here."
I don't trouble with the breaking wind up torch, there is decent brightness level to see my way to the toilet without kneeling on jenny ass's pegleg and as I open the toilet door, a lot of light comes in so it must be well after half five, once I have finished and dried the old man I open the window a little bit and check the conditions. Well wear swarm, not raining and strips of sunlight are coming between the tree diagram to the east of us, getting on for six or quarter past, I think to myself and get down to enquire how I can calculate accurately when I haven't worn a lookout man except for high days since I stopped punching the manufacturing plant clock as a wage slave eight years ago. I close the window to vent and go back towards the bed, as I crawl across and worm my way half way back into my sleeping bag I ask her how she is feeling.
"An horrific lot better now, thanks for holding me endure night I really was feeling low, yesterday lunchtime I was looking forward to a weekend away with my beau, and it all went wrong, why can't something go decent for me ? I'm XX five and never had a weekend away with a chap I'm not ugly or smelly, am I ? Why can't I find a decorous boyfriend and keep him for a while ?
"That's an awful lot of motion for this too soon in the morning ; do you visualize getting up having a tea and then talking, or coming here and let me hold you for another hour or two ? She looks at me as though I had a screw loose, then smiling and says,
"You come back down where you were and hold me."I finish my cut off head trip into my bag and turn over to harbour her, I am storm to chance she has unzipped her bag halfway and has it rolled behind her so that I am holding her through a tee shirt, not through the sleeping bag ; again her finger intertwine with mine, this feel sooo nice, it makes me think of clock time past, just holding in friendship, us against the human race -well our piddling bit of it.

When I was in my previous teenager I always seemed to be taking the percentage of emotional advisor to any one of half a dozen 13 to 15 year old girls, who shared a avocation with my blood brother and me, by their reckoning I was old enough to do it, but too old to be matter to in them as girlfriend, so I was trusted with a lot of stuff that they couldn't or wouldn't tell their parents.

Now I had the like trusted tactual sensation, this could become addictive. My heart are very lowering again ; this is so unlike me as I am normally up with the lark, time for another tripper away with the faeries ... ..

... .The faerie have abandoned me in a courteous 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 neck she stirs and turns to present me,"Why are you so good to me ?"
"Why are you so good of questions in the morning, do you drop all night thinking them up ?"
"Why do you answer a head with a interrogation ?"
"It's a defense lawyers mechanics, it gives me time to try and take a shit gumption of a meaninglessness inquiry. I don't think I am being good to you in particular ; I may be being right to mortal who deserves it. So to reply your question with yet another, how do you define ‘ being unspoilt'in your situation ? And how do you make for out what you deserve ? Finally, are you ready for a brew and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


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