All characters are fancied, If a type gens is used in association with a side, it's just co-incidence if that given epithet belongs in that side. Insofar as call 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 song in full phase of the moon if the text needs it and recognition to the author in either vitrine, traditional Sung dynasty are treated the Saami but credited as Traditional.

This is a fiction narrative, not fancy and while there is a lot of passion and some very titillating action at law in later parts and in volume two if you are looking for raw natural action then I am sorry but this is n't the Christian Bible for you.


Chapter One
encounter


It's Friday 29th of April, 4pm and I've just driven into fortress Pitt Grammar school day in Rochester. It is a grey and chilly afternoon as I drive through the car park and onto the sports field, a short drive along the right hand side of the field to halfway along the fencing beside the tennis court, this where I pull up and park the train parallel of latitude with the fencing to join with other motor home etc. performing at the chimneysweeper festival. I have been coming to sail for over twenty class but this is the first since I lost my wife. This yr I'm not performing - a side we both danced with final year has put me on their metier for the weekend - so I can just loosen up and catch up with intelligence and gossip from ally in other side that I've not seen since the Tenterden folk weekend last October.
First matter first though, wind the corner steadies down and even the two berth caravan and crack a can of Old Speckled Hen before I get the awning up, hopefully before the darkening clouds drop the rain that is forecast for over night and early morn, not as slow single handed and I definitely feel the want for a few orang-utan genes as my weapon seem to be a good metrical unit too short to hold in up the fabric and grab the next pole that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, next is to arrange the two solar panels and get the electric connected up, the shoemaker's last chore is to get some weewee - forty litres in the aqua roll and ten for the toilet tank- it's a bit of a trek round to the other slope of the site and a bonnie free weight to hale back but I haven't used the car to budge water before and hopefully I'm not going to initiate for a few twelvemonth yet. Ye deity though, it seems twice as far this year, I wish I'd used my sea squab before I left, on my rejoinder to the van I connect the Aqua-roll and run the pump until the odour of sterilising fluid dissipates then fill the kettledrum for a brew, While the kettle is heating I make the bed up, I don't fancy trying to sleep on either of the ace size beds at the face of the van, knowing my luck I'll probably fall out, so piddle up the entire breadth bed as we usually did, it's about six animal foot three square ; lots of room to broadcast 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 sound system of rules and listen to Amazing Blondel's"England ”, a most loosen up 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"folk off the pier"at Cromer. To promote allay my way into the weekend the kettle starts to whistle as"Seascape"begins and the first bead of rain patter onto the awning, 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 incline, I prefer margin and molly and am not so keen on northwest, this means that whilst I may well only know XXX or twoscore people's names I am on nodding terms with a hundred or more, that's the sort of companionship I will take account this week-end, and there should be a sing-around or open awning somewhere on the field every evening.
The rainfall 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 collapsible shelter as though looking for individual or another. Female and in her twenties, moody hair pulled back into a very long pony tail, not a great hand of constitution although not too easy to tell in the diminished light, this coupled with her gloomy clothing makes precise estimates unmanageable. She is about five foundation six or seven and slim but with a flesh, smuggled short coat tailored in to the waistline and flaring over her rosehip, sinister or navy trouser, black place with a slight heel, function girl, escritoire, the three estates agent ? Nosey, curious or just trying to facilitate,"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 trouble is he doesn't have a fluid phone so I can't striking him to get hold out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my sunblind for a few minutes or so, I can find fault up Essex and Kent traffic word on the tuner in the van so at least you can have an mind of when he is probable to get here ; I don't want to induce you any worry but if he's had a puncture that could add another one-half 60 minutes to his comer time."I stop Blondel and tune the radio to ninety five point three FM. A few second later at xxv past five BBC Essex reports all enlighten on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the bridge deck, around 15 arcminute holdup and no reported delays in Kent.
"Well"I say"It doesn't flavour 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 mechanism from my monotonic, and should accept left about two o'clock ; he assumed an hour for the M11 and M25, twenty dollar bill minutes for traffic over the bridge, and another 40 for A2, M2, and Rochester and he should have arrived around four o'clock ”."I don't know what to do ; he should throw all our tenting stuff and my clothes for the weekend !"
"In your place I would want to find out if he has left or not, and if he has left, when he left. Another approximation, since you were both coming here, either you or he is a phallus of one of the position performing this week-end, it might be Charles Frederick Worth searching them out to find out if they may cause heard anything, so who are you with ?
"Dave dances with Billington Clog, I, by the way am Jennifer, nigh hoi polloi call me William Le Baron Jenny, and Dave was hoping that a week-end away with them would get me involved as well ”.
"It's estimable to make out names, I'm dog, 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 correct bridge player side on the sharpness of the field, I suppose that depends on which way you're facing but I assumed he was talking in terminus of arriver which would be this side of the field."
"OK, I have been coming to swing out for nearly twenty years, I know a lot of sides, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and exploit our way down to the bottom centre, the English 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 scoop share that as it's sounding a bit moistness out there, although it always sounds wetter under an awning than it actually is away. Do you know the names of any Billington people so at to the lowest degree we can be social ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"Dark wild blue yonder Hyundai I10"she says as a night car approaches, no, it's a short Honda. We walk towards the steps at the top end of the playing field, I can't see any Morris kit at the motor home van parked at the end so after knocking on the door, it is answered by a man in his L or thereabouts holding a pint pewter tankard, and wearing a Dead knight T-shirt, I ask,"Hi, are you performing this week-end ?"
"No, not this twelvemonth most of our lot think it costs too much in fuel to get here and back from Bedford and with May Day on Dominicus they want to dance the sun up, and then do pub trip the light fantastic toe out locally, so though we are booked in we won't be dancing."
"Do you know what incline is parked next to you, or do you have any estimate where Billington patten might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a clue who is following 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 bed where they are based ?"
"They practice session Wednesday evenings at a hotel in Bishops Stortford, that's just about all I know, not a lot of help am I ?"
"Never thinker, we'll go and see if anyone is in next door, if not we can ask at Grim, I know a few of them and a couple of them are very knowledgeable about east Anglian position ”. The rain is now a firm gentle rain, not cold, but the snap makes it feel chilly. There is no-one around the tents, so we move down the line, a pair of drear mass are sipping beer and talking under a gazebo and they say it is a Cotswold side next door on the entrance side, the relaxation of Pretty Grim are down the Town getting food for thought, so we continue on to the next collection of van and tents, these belong to Blackbird boundary line, Another side from Bedfordshire, it's their commencement clock time here as a side, a few members have been here with other English but no-one has heard of Billington. We are nearly halfway down the first side of the sphere, still looking for his car and looking behind us every time a car comes onto the field, the adjacent couple of tent belong to Winstree hundred sabot, they are a long established side from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for years, most of their multitude are skinny to Blackwater, again nonentity knows of Billington and their bagman has a dance course of study for the festival - this is just a guide to where side might or might not be - it has been said that organising a dance docket for Morris position is kindred to herding cats ! The dance agenda doesn't leaning Billington.
"Thanks for your help, I suppose that Billington are just coming down for a feel around if they haven't been going farsighted ”,
"Thanks as well from me"says Jenny.
"Well we are back at my van 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 things are looking here, it seems very unknown that no-one has heard of them. I might well go for a weave down towards Blackwater and see who is between us and them and then cross to the other side of meat of the field and find Hertfordshire Holly if they are camping this year ; they are from merchandise and if I remember aright that's only ten stat mi from Stortford, Some-one must know something about them, If you can watch the kettle and nominate brew, the fixings are in there."I say, pointing to the closet over the cooker, be back in five minutes or so."
I continued walking down the field towards Blackwater ; next to us are visitors from Nederland just come to see the fete and then prompt on somewhere else, past them are the rest of Winstree and then it's Rising meadowlark they are from nor'-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 opponent my van where the trees are growing down a engross bank, asking at the first campervan with visible radiation on whom they are and if they know of Billington Clog ?"Sorry, I can't be of a great deal help we're Moonshine, it's our start yr but know that the Witchmen are from the Calypso motor-home to the recess, and they are a Cotswold side over the road way, I don't know who is next to us down the field, it's a ladies incline with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A short wander to a radical of player and a couple of questions confirm that they are indeed Hertfordshire Buddy Holly but no-one knows of Billington. That, so far as I am touch on, means that Billington doesn't exist, the only really worrisome head is why David told Jennifer all that material about camping here for the week-end, as I wander back to the caravan by following the athletic competition track round the playing area, I recognise a couple of Blackwater multitude, give them a wave and call 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 lighter isn't commodity but it looks like she's had a few tears.
"What's up ?"I ask,
"Chrissie, she's has the two-dimensional adjacent to me, knell just after you left as she was wondering where I was. I'm normally dwelling before her and as she had seen Dave in the Red lion smoking shelter while she was getting her dinner party from the Tesco's just over the road from there, she had assumed we had cancelled our slip here."On hearing this a hypothesis was forming in my intellect,"I don't want to pry but if Chrissie is in the monotone next to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a flat ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the short somewhat precipitous reply.
"Pure conjecture, but do you live by yourself and if so has anyone else got a key to your vapid"?
"Since you don't know where I live I can recount you that, I do be solo, and Chrissie has my second gear fifth wheel key in causa I lose mine or leave them at workplace, Dave has my early key ‘ cos all the camping stuff is mine and he was picking it up after work, why ?"
"I'm just a lilliputian touch on at the way things are starting to work up, so do you throw much in the way of richly economic value material 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 instrumental role, a brooch that belonged to my nanna that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to spew aspersion without some sort of proof but I can't assistance thinking that he might bear planned to give you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your poppycock ”. The colour drained from Jenny's grimace and she looked like her leg weren't too steady, she rested her hired hand on the boundary of the tabular array 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 issue, another silver champagne flute wouldn't be his ! !
"flavor"I say,"If, note the if that is what soul planned, it is fairly prosperous to fortify their guns, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the important items into her flat as soon as possible if she can, you could talk her through where they are mobile to mobile assuming of course that she has one. I hope your Dad didn't play grand piano or double freshwater bass, it might be a bit tricky for her."
"No there is nothing heavy, a fluting, two acoustic guitars, a melodeon and two concertinas."This was said while she was ringing Chrissie, it seemed to bring an age before she spoke to Chrissie, and then I thought she was going to embark on vociferation as she said"Chrissie, I am ok but I need you to do me a hell of a big favor if you can and as quickly as possible, I think Dave got me down here so he can pinch my Dad's stuff while I am stuck here, if you use my spare key I can channelise you as to what needs rescuing. What ? Ok, I will ring again in three minutes, I don't know why but the Sir Thomas More I think about it the more I worry about how safe the residue of my thing are, he was always asking about Dad's instruments and why I didn't play them and why I spent so much on clothes, he never seemed to have any money and was always talking about his ‘ copious'girlfriend."
"Right, while we are waiting to get back to Chrissie, did you make a brew ?"
"Yes, sorry I forgot about it after Chrissie rang"
"Don't trouble, I ‘ ll do it, Milk River and sugar ?"
"Yes please, milk, one sugar. Thanks for helping me I wouldn't have had a cue about any of this if you hadn't raised my suspicion, Chrissie didn't have a good discussion to say about Dave but I put it down to a soupcon of the niggling green monsters, but as I said, thinking about it, it seems so obvious now."
"I'm not so certain it is obvious, but I don't know him, and I still abide by ‘ inexperienced person until ’, teas up ! ejaculate inside, I'll put the heater 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 oneself 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,"
"Three minutes are up, I'm ringing Chrissie, she must have got home by now, I will put it on speaker."the headphone is already in her hand and one tap of the blind and the phone move to her ear, after a duad of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"truelove young lady, ease up me a probability, I've just put my shopping on the table and grabbed your key."... There is a pause, a door shutting, a few stride ... key in another threshold and the sound of it opening,
"Right I'm in, your camping gear mechanism is in the antechamber, and the telly is in view, as is the dark guitar on the wall."
"OK ! That's Dad's Fylde, go into my bedroom, another guitar by the bed,"
"Yes, a big one, light coloured, with a brightly coloured leather strap,"
"Great, that's dad Takamine, sorry to be so paranoid but did you operate the nominal head threshold 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."
"rightfulness, now we can accept our time and make sure everything else is still there just in case he has taken one bit and coming back for more later, on the dressing mesa should be a opprobrious jewellery box in the top of that is a aureate broach with leafy vegetable, amber and clear stones."
"Yes, it's here, Wow, Jenny that's beautiful, you won't wear that when you go clubbing ! !
"No, that was gran's it's too old fashioned for today."
"We will argue about that later, what's next to check, from the way you're worrying would I be too far out saying I have a lady of heart living future room access"
"We will discuss that when I get back, back to the aliveness elbow room, in the sideboard eccentric thing in the right-hand deal end open the door there should be an almost white oblong squeeze-box and a grim octagonal one, in the left hand side, a black prostrate box thirty five by twelve by three that's a fluting, and another squeeze-box with leather bellows and wooden ends."
"All lay out and correct, what happens now ?"
"Can you run all the musical comedy musical instrument and the broach into your flat along with anything else you think of as worth stealing, and thank you for being such a outstanding friend ?"
"No ! I won't take the hazard, while they are in my 2-dimensional I am guessing they won't be insured, I'll lock up, get a few things from mine and relocation 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 block, were all these instruments his, and reject if you want to but what sort of time value will I be babysitting for the weekend."
"This goes no further, Chrissie, right."
"Of course, Jenny, I'm just nosey, not a gossip."
"They were all Dads, and are worth about eight thousand pounds, add in the brooch and you can just about three-fold it.
"I wish I hadn't asked now, you know I don't like responsibleness outside work, and this is a heck of a lot of corporate trust you're putting in me, I should feel blandish but I am a bit worried about the economic value of this lot."
"I hate to pile it on, but it's not the monetary economic 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 leave my door open so that I can see anyone in the hallway, while I'm getting jam, I'll pack you when I'm back in."
In William Le Baron Jenny's flat Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to time the movement and keep Jenny's savourless secure, ‘ if I can get my wrist joint through the gap maybe I can get the chain on, but can I get it off, so I can get back in ?'She opens the door and checks the gap that the chain allows, about two and a half inches, putting her radiocarpal joint through it seems to give up a fair bit of movement for her wrist and fingers, has she enough flexibility to fit and dispatch the chain, I have the key and if I get the chain on and can't get it off again, Jenny's stuff will be a lot safer once I've locked the door. Holding the door a ‘ too with her left-hand hand in the missive box the hanker slenderize finger's breadth of her proper deal lifts the chain end, using her thumb as a template along the length of the chain slot, her finger tip detect the chess opening for the end, it's very tight causing quite a bit of soreness, but with an extra twist on the letter box, gains the space for the end to pop into the slot.
Yeah ! That's function one done, she said to herself, getting her paw out was prosperous once the chain slid along the slot, pulling the doorway shut and making surely the latch was home, finally after opening the threshold again to check the range of mountains is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own flat to tamp down for the weekend. ‘ Don't need tea or coffee, assume milk, cereal grass for tomorrow, dressing gown, alteration of clothes, toilet articles, 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 flat overnight. This'll do, both readiness of Francis Scott Key and I'm quick to go.'
Putting the key in the doorway it opens to the range 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 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 rest period she pulls the key from the door, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the slew of camping gear she slips the chain back into place.

spine in Rochester Jenny is nearly climbing the paries"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"seed on Jenny, hand her a chance, could you rearrange your weekend, load down a bag, batten down your own place, move in, unpack, get the boiler on and ring back in less than 15 moment ?"
"I suppose you're right, but it doesn't stop me worrying about how affair are going."
"Once she has rundle you back, and you know everything's rubber and safe, I will assort out some intellectual nourishment for us, it won't be posh but it will be warm up and filling."I said, getting up and moving to the fridge and getting out a chicken curry I had made late Thursday, there isn't enough to fill us both up but Elmer Reizenstein or pasta will bulk it up. Next is to rule the wok under the cooker, on my knee head down and backside upwards, I get it out, move around the gas ring on low and tip the curry in.
"Would you prefer Sir Tim Rice or pasta ?
"pasta please"I'm in the middle of filling a saucepan for the pasta, when her sound goes, Beautiful S ringtone I think, remembering CDs my fry had in the past.
"Hi, Chrissie how did you get on, Is everything ok ?
"Yes, all sorted, I locked and chained your door on the way out, unlocked and unchained the room access to get in with my stuff."
"Great, could you do one to a greater extent matter for me tomorrow ?"
"Yes, if I can I will, you should screw that by now.
"Thanks, Could you call the locksmith on Oak Lane, get him to come out and change the locks and leave 3 key fruit with you, my council tax money is with the billhook under the transverse flute box, pay him from that if you can get a cash discount, if not state him to invoice me and I'll settle up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a job, any particular sort of whorl, or coloring or budget."
"No, high security is the lone requisite, I have to go now it smells like dinner is quick, I will ring you tomorrow good afternoon, to give you an update on what's happening. Thanks again, Chrissie."
"Bye William Le Baron Jenny,"
"As you said, William Le Baron Jenny, food is just about ready, I know it's supposed to be white wine with chicken, but it's curried and so you have a alternative of red out of a box or beer, what will you be having ?"
"A cliff of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to feel the hotness for hours.
"No, it's quite mild really, I make my own curry spread in bulk and then use one-half of what the particular formula I'm using cry for, I divvy up the curry and tell Jenny to postulate pasta to tasting. Do you want to continue here in the warm and eat off your lap or move out into the sunshade and use the table ?"
"I prefer to quell quick and comfy thanks."
I turn on the MP3 player and blue-ribbon random replay of the record album on there. The Poozies come on first, Love on a Farm Boys earnings, courteous harmony on this and with a bit of go to the chorus. I reset the player to fiddle all of that CD, and Jenny asks who are they I give her their name and explicate how they took it."When they first formed they practiced in a pub, and decided to thank the landlord by using the pub 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 summer album, only because I first heard them at Cropredy ‘ 95, that whole weekend was strong 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, magnetic 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 members of Fairport Convention at a village fete and just sort of grew.
Practically every CD on here has a fib, I only have about a dozen CD or CD sets that have come from a workshop, most are bought from the artists at signings and tribe club intervals."
"So what sort of euphony movement 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 theater himself, I used to like some of Dad's rock medicine from the previous sixties and into the seventies but the only ones that I can really commemorate auditory modality was Focus, the Moody blue devil, Yes, and Rick Wakeman, just about heart up my musical inclinations."
"I've got Yes and Rick Wakeman here, would you like to listen some while I do the clearing up,"
"Yes please, Yes, any of their early hooey would be nice."
"It's only a greatest striking character CD but it has ‘ yours is no ignominy'and others from that LP"
jenny ass slips off to another place while the euphony is playing, it's a few old age since I played the CD from end to end, and after a couple of cartroad I'm back to brand energy crisis United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland circa1976, working in a factory, having my ears bashed by simple machine noise during the day and euphony at"realistic"stage under a big duo of headphones at other times, ( all earpiece were big in those days ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered classical Guitar, flamenco Guitar, John Lackland William Carlos Williams and Flavius Claudius Julianus Bream, Paco Penja and common people rock candy, an altogether quiet vista. By the sentence the euphony had got towards the end of starship Trooper, the washing up is all done and put away, I look at jennet, she is definitely moved by some memory or another, she isn't tears but she's not far from it, very wet oculus, a spot of a tremble to the rim. Do I disturb her or not, heck, I've never been serious with handling my own emotions let alone others, no leave her to it, ‘ better to go along ace mouth shut and be thought an changeling than to give it and evidence it'as the old phrase goes seems to fit best, her methamphetamine hydrochloride is empty, I poor people a distich of in into it and top my own up, as I hold it out to her she sees it, takes with a bit of a smiling and a quiet ‘ thanks ’.
"sunniness"I say, in military greeting,"I would like to offer a cent 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 undecomposed, it means you're still with the rest us in the living, breathing, confusedness that is called society."“ However that is enough of the backbreaking philosophical stuff for now, I was intending to take on my stuff down to the bottom kernel, and see if Blackwater Morris has a sing-around going on or about to get down, if you're up to it you are more than welcome to connect 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 people in sing-around, it isn't about being good at anything, it's about having the trust to have a go or to just join in with the chorus and listening to what others have to work, and most songs have a story if you listen for it. make out on it will do you honorable, I can practically ensure no-one will tip over you by playing or singing Yes or Wakeman."
"OK, thanks"
"Now you have to work,"I say with a grin, if you can take two chairs and the wine, I'll bring pawn, music and songbook and our spyglass. tail end up ”. As I finish my glass."Excuse me, but my box and guitar are under the bed, if you wrap up then go into the sunblind 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 disk on the left to empty it, and then push it down to pump in bowl cleanser, toilet roll is to the right under a cover, bridge player watershed comes down after swivelling the catch on the rightfulness, the luminance if you want it is vertical on the right, switch 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 press, and turn off the heater, rule book are in the top draw and a bag is taken out of the midsection draw, all the books go in there with the wine shabu either side, I take the bladder out of the box of wine and that fits in as well. William Le Baron Jenny comes out of the toilet,"That's a handy bit of kit, I've never used one before, better than trying to hide behind a tent or tree"she says with a bit of an embarrassed giggle."My round now then we can go."Less than a moment later and we load up to go, Jenny has the two chairs, I take the rest. There is no alteration in the pelting, still low temperature and miserable, maybe things will lighten up when we get inside, we arrive at a large 4 berth wagon train with awning, and there are half a dozen inside,"Knock Knock, license to enter please."
"Hi hotdog, hail in, lots of space available."
"Thanks Ken, where's your other half."
While we are opening the chair and getting the instruments out of the way, the conversation continues.
"Sue is inside just finishing putting away the dinner party washing up, we're both sorry about Linda, we didn't hear until too recently to follow,"
"Don't trouble ; I expect to hear that a lot of times this week-end."
"So, who is your friend then,"asks Ken.
"She isn't a protagonist, no, that came out wrongfulness. What I meant was a yoke of hours ago we had only just met, her gens is Jennifer, solvent to Jenny, and she is as near to a waif or stray that you will see this week-end. jennet, running round from Ken he is the bagman, next is Harry and his wife Valery known as Val, next is a new cheek to me ..."
"That's Kath, plays accordion for us and dances when needed. To her right is her partner, Richard, he bangs a drum for us at the second, I don't know if Andy was with us when we last met, he's the babe of the side, just turned twenty, he is a terpsichorean, a bit nimble but has the eye for movement, and his girl Lisa, she ‘ s not involved at the mo, but who can tell."Ken says with a blinking in her direction.
"Would either of you like a drunkenness,"asks Sue,"we have red and white wine, some of Kens fortified rest home brewage, or a few sundry beers."
"We are ok for a bit thanks, provided the bag didn't rent coming down here"I say as I take the wine-coloured box vesica from the backpack,"it is undamaged, I pour a shabu each for jenny ass and me."We didn't have the distance to bring the box as well so if anyone fancies a drop, its Tesco's finest soft French red."
Sue settles herself in the recession next to Ken,"So what's the story with you and this young peeress, you are nearly old plenty to be her granddaddy ! ?"
"Cheeky, I'm not as old as you think I look,"says I,"jenny ass has been sent down here by her boyfriend, a phallus of Billington patten, he was to pick up the camping geartrain from her flat after study and come down to conjoin her at about four pm. She was walking up and down the cart 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 problems between there and here we went for a walk of life along the line looking for Billington, I've never heard of them by the way, and couldn't find anyone else along this English who had. While Jenny brewed up I went across the field to Hertfordshire Holly, they are based in merchandise only ten international nautical mile from Stortford where Billington are supposed to pattern and they had never heard of them.
While I was away Jenny's neighbour rang to say she had seen him back domicile lupus erythematosus than half an hr before, and to cut a long story short, she is moving into William Le Baron Jenny's place overnight to act as security because Jenny gave him a key to get in to collect the tenting gear, and then Chrissie, the neighbour is getting the locks changed tomorrow. Which leaves this miserable lass down here without a post till she can get home ?"
"wellspring"says Sue,"you couldn't have found a dependable situation 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 pack, I am pretty sure the ladies camping room is fully booked anyway."
"We will take in to use the caravan, I've got two dormancy bags and a king-sized duvet in there, the simply tricky bit is getting set for bed. With the brightness out and the blind down you can't see a matter anyway, so one gets set up while the other is in the shower room doing tooth etc. then trade, sleeping bag each and with the continental quilt over the top we should be sight warm up enough."
"I'll be prophylactic enough ; I've been in the T.A. for 6 years, and I wouldn't want to hire me on !"
"Ah, the glories of our armed forces, threatening wretched clean-handed peace loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chuckles and it seems as though no More inquiry are going to be asked of me or Jenny, so in the short silence I ask how the side is going along, and what gossip there may be among the former sides.
"We have eight to ten to dance and six in the band most practices and we are only missing one from the isthmus this week-end, Alan is coming down for the day Sunday but has to work Saturday, he is with the ambulance service, and they can't trade around like they could a few years back. We only have us eight camping, two are bed and breakfasting, and three are coming down for the day tomorrow and may also push down again on William Ashley Sunday. There isn't a lot happening with other topical anesthetic sides, we all want More penis but all that seems to be happening is more than people are dancing with to a greater extent than one side, doing mete or molly on Saturday and Cotswold on Sunday. Further afield I was told that Ely borderline have had a bit of an uncivil war, accusal and inexactitudes flying about front, left and center, a couple of them are with Green Draco tomorrow, and Littlebury seem to have snaffled the quietus.
"Do you have any plans for dancing or playing in the future, I know its former days yet, but I have heard there is a queue to ask you to join them but no-one wants to be so insensitive to be the first to ask. We have known each other for lo, nearly 20 years now and you know I don't have a sensitive bone in my headway, so will you fall back to us when you feel up to it."
"I'm flattered that you think I'm still able of dancing, from the way I was huffing and puffing when I hauled the piddle back I am beginning to conceive I'm past it now."
"You didn't pull your piddle circle by hand again, last year we told you to hear to yourself and to, quote, sour smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't cost ten pence of diesel to repulse rhythm and back, if you can haul that lot without having a affection approach 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 young ‘ un that going to cause a problem."I said with a big grin, Ken couldn't have been half a stone gruelling than me and was always on a dieting, but only diets that permitted alcohol ! I had expected to be invited back by one of the sides we had danced with this week-end and it didn't storm me that Ken would be the beginning to ask, now should I reward him for his braveness for asking first or penalize him for his insensitivity.
"The question is should I honor you for your courageousness for asking commencement or punish you for your insensitivity. As my kids know I don't go in for a lot of punishment, lead-in by example is easier than punishment in my leger, so you won't get a straight person no, however I have never left Tribal and need to get through this week-end before I make any decision about the William Morris and me. Anyway this is supposed to be a fun week-end so when do we stop trying to cook me think of the past and get back to here and now. Any request that do not involve hard drink, anatomical reference impossible action, or me singing ?"
"I want to get a line you sing, what have you to offer up for my entertainment ?"Said Jenny, looking me in the eye with a bit of a smiling on the endorsement half of the head, no, it's the wine kicking in it couldn't have been any strain of flirtation, could it ?
At this point Richard leaves the awning to comments about the elevation of the nettles and other input about ‘ taking away the hurting but leave the swelling ’.
"He'll be back in a minute, just checking on the children in the caravan, I checked just before you arrived, we have this monitor device, range of thirty metres, but we both like to convey turns to check."convention dictates that the host starts us off and direct minutes, so it's up to Ken to start us off,"what's it to be, sea strain and shanties get-go time bout as usual, then another topic future metre beat ?"
"Yes that's convention,"Says Ken as he launches straight into ‘ South Australia'he has the voice for this one, it needs a bit of force to facilitate lift the chorus.
Why is it every song he knows lasts less than two instant, he probably wrote pop Sung dynasty in the 60, most of them struggled to go three moment ? At this point Richard returns."All quiet"he whispered to Kath.
Next to Ken is Sue, I expect her to blow over, but if she does she will give to sing next fourth dimension and she may not have a relevant Sung dynasty. To my surprise she starts to blab out ‘ The going away of Liverpool'that's a new one for her since Tenterden, it's a long one, going on to six bit at an average stop number. Harry gets to go next, and spliff with ‘ Drunken sailor ’, a few verses will be added that don't appear in the shanty account book, some may fetch a bit of coloring material to an innocent buttock, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's turn succeeding and she plays Portsmouth on her melodeon, giving it the Oldfield treatment, bigger chords, and faster as it trips along, the rest of us starts drumming on the table to encourage her along. This provokes a few speedy snatch for glassful as the board moves in sentence with the music, much more fun than sitting around in the van."I can't compete with that, I pass"says Kath.
"That means you have to sing one next metre round no matter what musical theme is selected"
"If it gets round to me again, it's getting on for 9-30 now, I'm going to check on the tyke and get to bed myself at ten o clock."
"I only bang a tympan"says Richard, what sort of thing are you expecting from me ?
"Its sing, say or play, sing a song, say a bit of verse or tell a level, or play a tune."Ken response."This is their first bivouac out with a Robert Morris English, they've never been to a sing-around or undecided mic night before, and to me it seems unknown that Bodoni font adults could have led such a sheltered existence."
"The only 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 waver in his voice be Begin ;


Quinquireme of Nineveh from upstage Ophir,
rowing place to haven in sunny Palestine,
with a shipment of ivory, and copycat and Inachis io,
Sandalwood, cedar wood, and sweet-smelling white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a loading of diamonds, Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon bark, and gold moidores.
Dirty British people coaster with a salt-caked grass stack,
butting through the Channel in the mad borderland Clarence Shepard Day Jr.,
with a payload of Tyne coal, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

"Hands up those that learned that as a 2nd year at junior-grade school"says Ken.
Only Jenny, Andy and Lisa fail to raise a hand.
"hand up those that still remember the source and claim"
I remember it was by John John Edward Masefield, but don't think the title, only two hands stay up ; Richards and ken."Hurrah for secondary modern education, pity we scrapped it over thirty years ago."Said Ken,"cargo's by John John Masefield for those who want to know, and here ends the last lesson for today. It's round to your round Andy."
Andy goes straight into a The Islands by Ralph Mc Tell, a not bad strain about The Braer oil tanker catastrophe in the Shetland sheepdog in, I think, 1993. That gets him a daily round of applause ; he has a good vocalisation and a lot of confidence.
Lisa, apparently aware that she was next leant over and pulled a wooden whistle, and plays what I take to be Irish jigs, quite fasting 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 expected interrogative sentence,"who is future ? jennet, it's your bend to do one ”.
"No way, I don't have the ability or repertoire to do anything, I pass in the fearful knowledge that I also won't be here when it comes stave again."
"All right I'll do one"I say"but first I have to irrigate the nettles and hope that some kindly soul will refill our specs in my absence."More gravel comments go after me out the awning.
"Ok normal service has been restored, thanks whoever did the wine,"Jenny nods to me,"Time for another Fairport connection, and in accordance with the sea theme I will do ‘ Honour and praise ’, the guitar music is a bit cunning but I'll play something near."It only takes a few seconds get my guitar out of its character and I return to behind my seat as I find it a lot easier to play standing, and breathing for singing is also a lot easier, sitting down I just can't get adequate 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 stimulate to retune two or three metre after fitting new cosmic string, especially as I use extra light chain, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a amercement summer sunrise we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled high school 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, well, I like all the songs and music I play, wasted effort to play poppycock you don't like. I finish the Song dynasty without too many mistakes, a bit of gentle applause follows,"Thank you, it didn't go as well as I had hoped but I am going to blame the booze. So on that note, it must be close to knocking off clip as Kath and Richard are getting their stuff together, we ought to make up a move if that's ok with you, Jenny."She nods,"By the time we've made a brewage, 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 deoxyephedrine, passing mine to me to finish off, that done I passed it back. There was about half a glass of wine left in the bladder,"Ken, you can cease this off, ok ? See you tomorrow, eternal rest tight and all that."
It is still drizzling quite steadily so we walk smartly up the force field back to my van, unzipping the sunshade, I usher jenny ass in first of all and conform to interior, I put the guitar on the table and fumble my way across to the van threshold so I can switch on the awning 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 room heater, back in the sunshade, I set the chairs up, send Jenny in and travel along her with my guitar,"we don't have a lot of blank, could you get on the bed for a minute, while I put these away and rule the duvet ”. jenny slips her shoes off and creep onto the bed and turns round to front me from a kneeling position, she looks very cute like that, and I smile at her, pulling the duvet out of the under bed computer 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 image another drink or a cup of tea,"I ask.
"I wouldn't judgment another glass of wine if you have any and some more music, if it isn't too former for you."
"It isn't too belatedly for me, we will all be up later tomorrow night, they are dancing to the highest degree of tomorrow and so Friday Night isn't normally a tardily night. Above your chief in the middle closet there are a couple of wine box, study your choice, I will sort the euphony"
"I was hoping you might sing a few Thomas More songs, live music is much prissy than recorded."
"Having put the instruments away, it will make to be a cappella, if you capitulum are up to it, any luck with the wine yet,"she passes the box to me to open up,"I'll open it shall I"I say with a smile and a purloin eyebrow. I don't like opening these boxes either but say nothing, once exposed I get the two drinking glass we used earlier and lifting them to the light I note which one has a trace of lip rouge or lip gloss, just a pinkish touch, but enough for her to key out her previous chicken feed. They are tumid glasses, so I only three quarters fill them, putting hers on the electric refrigerator unit of measurement, to her right, I drop to my knees and putting my spyglass on the unit near the fire, noticing the ardor I ask if she is thawing out ok,"yes thanks, it soon warms up in here."On hearing that I turn the fervency down a bit, the temperature won't drop-off but won't upgrade as quickly.
"You requested a birdcall, so what sort of song would you like to learn ?"
"Can you continue the sea songs radical ? The songs I heard earlier were worry, as Dad had a connection."
"Yes, no problem, first is a ballad by The jolly Rogers it's called ‘ Wicked'
"I sailed on the Prince Charles a fair privateer,
And our pay it was weeks overdue ... ..
... ... maitre d' Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a nice song, not a nice news report what with colza and torture, but good."
"What's succeeding,"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, here begins your number 1 singing lesson, Do you screw ‘ former one aurora ’,"“ No."
"Ok, I'll sing a rail line, we repeat the same line, and you sing the line."
"I don't know."
"Sing a assembly line from Drunken Sailor ; it will throw me a lead as to what key you are comfy in."
In a very piano voice the first line comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my comfort zone in the bass part register.
"first again, and I'll join you. What shall we do with a drunken skimmer, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken skimmer early in the morning."
"That's good, try again with a bit more welly ! What shall we do with a bibulous boater, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a bibulous Panama early in the morning."
"Good, again, and carry on and add the wey-hays. What shall we do with a bibulous straw hat, what shall we do with a bibulous straw hat, what shall we do with a drunken boater 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 mass. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a sottish sailor, What shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the good morning. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the morning.
What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a sottish Panama, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."This clip I harmonise on the wey-heys with farseeing heys. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the first light. At the end of this jennet is smiling from ear to ear, suddenly mindful that she could sing we prove our glasses to each other and repeat the exercise again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty full to me, anyone can sing, it just takes a little practice session and a twosome of champion who will give an honest judgement of what you sound like. Anyway for a complete change of guinea pig, we do need to get the sleeping bags and duvet sorted, and then we find another song or have got a brew and go to kip. Do you slumber on your left or right side and do you prefer your grimace or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my right incline, back to the window, that's slick 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 quiescence bags so I can get at them please ?"I unzip the two quiescence bags from each other, and zip them up as singles. Arranged so that the zip 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 have lower limit disturbance to the former, in the middle lot of the unit by the press are a pair of wind up torches that we won at a ceilidh a few years before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to recover a shift for the principal lights."Do you want to try some more talk or have a cup of tea and log Z's ?"
"You know when Ken and Sue said I couldn't be good than with you, I didn't really believe them, but I am beginning to guess you are as just as they said."
"I am no saint, but I try to live as people say I do, if that makes any sense."” So, are we having a brew and quiescency, or staying up for a bit longer ?"
"I think that I would opt to sleep, it has been a farsighted and stressful day, and I don't normally settle well in a unusual bed. I would like a cup of tea as well though, I will probably awaken with a fairly furry mouth tomorrow, and some tea now might help."I have another rummage in the midway hook and then paw Jenny a new toothbrush,"this might help hold you feeling de-furred ”, I put the kettle on and go to the wardrobe to get one of my jersey to use as a nightshirt,"a white Faversham hop festival t-shirt is on top and I pass it across."Will this do to kip in ?"Jenny holds it in place in front of her, it covers all that needs to be covered but not a lot more than, and I've seen inadequate doll coming out of the clubs in the township nerve centre, she looks at me and smiles,"what do you intend of it ?"
"I don't believe I should contribute an honest opinion because if I did you hear one heck of a clang as my halo fell off, and that would ruin my reputation as a overnice guy. There must be a lot of Lester Willis Young men out there would love to be in here instead of me, and I don't think you would be very safe with any of ... No I forgot your T.A. training, they might not be very dependable,"At this Jenny starts to titter,
"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 have been out of here and down the Ithiel Town like a slam. Your funny reply was perfect for the occasion."The timpani starts to whistle so I turn the gas off and ready a pot of tea,
"One clams, would you like it milky or normal,"
"Milky please, so that it goes straight down, thanks."I make mine the like,
"Would you like a biscuit to go with this, I'm having a couple to sop up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not sound for the figure after 8pm."
I have a couple of digestives and uncover a custard cream and snaffle that for afters, as I had seen Jenny finish her tea, I downed mine quickly and after switching on the LED flight strip light above the bed and turning the others off I then suggested,
"I'll go into the awning with my kindle and you can then use the bathroom and get set for bed, when you are in and gear up tap on the window and I'll ejaculate in for my turn, after a few Thomas Nelson Page there are half a dozen knock from inside the van, I get up and turn off the kindle, the awning luminosity and after knocking once on the threshold, go inside. Jenny is in bed, lying on her back she lifts her drumhead and says ;"it's all yours, thank you."In the bathroom, I have a strip race, dry myself, and clean my teeth, putting my underpants back on and after switching off the light, take the rest of my wearing apparel and put them on the bottom of the bed. I crawl across the bed to my sleeping bag, unzip it halfway down and get in, as I slide further down the bag, I make sure the tip up flashlight is where I can find it get to up and get out the cord to turn off the light.
"Just a consequence please,"says jenny ass, I switch the light back on and she leans over and gives me a peck on the cheek,"thanks for being here and helping me so much, night night."
"Night Night,"I reply and turn the light out.



Chapter Two
reliance

I lie on my binding and rewind over the day, thinking of what I should ingest said if I could think a lot quicker. Ah the Din Land of what if ... I turn over onto my left side, with my vertebral column to jenny, I can smell her and it relaxes me. It has been a piece since I've had any female company in my bedroom and the bearing of another body lends a touch sensation of security as it banishes any aloneness still hiding in the nooks and crannies 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, percentage of the grouping personal identity, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and dusty tracks of ego analysis, why can't I just go with the catamenia.
I awake slowly to the sound of soft crying, it isn't me, so it must be jenny, lying still for a moment or so I listen, then turning over as if in my sleep and keeping my left arm under the continental quilt provide it to follow to rest over jennet's waist outside her sleeping bag, her crying reduces to a whimpering sniffling sound but doesn't layover, she must be waken and miserable, what should I do and also what will she do ? A while later, it could give been two minute it might give been ten, as I was drifting off again, I felt her motility and a few irregular later her arm was holding mine close to her, and I felt her hand feeling for mine, when her lookup was successful her fingers wormed their way between mine and I felt her slacken 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 word'thanks'came into my mind, and then I was away with the fay. The future time I awoke it was probably around six a.m. first base light was trying to make its way into the van and I needed the lav, my arm was still around jenny's waistline and we still had our fingers interlaced, despite the blue-blooded of movements Jenny also woke,"break of day, what's up ?
"Sorry to stir up you but I have to have got a tiddle, otherwise things are going to get a bit damp around here."
I don't bother with the wind up great mullein, there is adequate light to see my way to the toilet without kneeling on William Le Baron Jenny's legs and as I open the bathroom door, a lot of lite comes in so it must be well after half five, once I have finished and dried the old man I open the window a footling bit and check the weather. wellspring broken cloud, not raining and airstrip of sunlight are coming between the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to the eastern United States of us, getting on for six or quarter past, I think to myself and begin to inquire how I can count on accurately when I haven't worn a watch except for heights days since I stopped punching the factory clock as a wage slave eight twelvemonth ago. I close the window to vent and go back towards the bed, as I crawl across and squirm 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 lastly night I really was feeling low, yesterday lunchtime I was looking forward to a weekend away with my boyfriend, and it all went improper, why can't something go right for me ? I'm twenty five and never had a weekend away with a bloke I'm not ugly or smelly, am I ? Why can't I find a decent beau and hold him for a piece ?
"That's an dreadful lot of doubt for this early in the dawn ; do you fancy getting up having a tea and then talking, or coming here and let me accommodate you for another hour or two ? She looks at me as though I had a screw loose, then grin and says,
"You come back down where you were and hold me."I finish my off-and-on trip into my bag and twist over to control her, I am surprise to find she has unzipped her bag halfway and has it rolled behind her so that I am holding her through a tee shirt, not through the quiescence bag ; again her fingerbreadth intertwine with mine, this feels sooo nice, it makes me think of times preceding, just holding in friendly relationship, us against the macrocosm -well our piddling bit of it.

When I was in my latterly teen I always seemed to be taking the part of worked up consultant to any one of half a twelve 13 to 15 year old girlfriend, who shared a spare-time activity with my buddy and me, by their reckoning I was old enough to have intercourse, but too old to be interested 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 same trusted flavour, this could become addictive. My oculus are very clayey again ; this is so unlike me as I am normally up with the lark, time for another trip away with the faeries ... ..

... .The fairyland have abandoned me in a decent 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 opening she stirs and turns to present me,"Why are you so near to me ?"
"Why are you so full-of-the-moon of questions in the morning, do you expend all night thinking them up ?"
"Why do you resolve a doubt with a interrogative sentence ?"
"It's a defence mechanism, it gives me time to try and make good sense of a nonsense question. I don't think I am being good to you in picky ; I may be being good to somebody who deserves it. So to respond your doubtfulness with yet another, how do you fix ‘ being trade good'in your situation ? And how do you forge out what you deserve ? Finally, are you ready for a brew and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


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