All characters are fictitious, If a character name is used in association with a face, it's just co-incidence if that given name belongs in that side. Insofar as birdsong lyrics being included I don't know the legalities or etiquette involved, I have given the possibility few and close few lines if that is all that is needed or the song in full if the text needs it and credit rating to the author in either eccentric, traditional Sung dynasty are treated the Lapp but credited as Traditional.

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


Chapter One
encounter


It's Friday 29th of April, 4pm and I've just driven into Fort William Pitt Grammar School in Rochester. It is a grey and chilly afternoon as I drive through the car car park and onto the sports field, a short campaign along the right hand side of the landing field to halfway along the fencing beside the tennis motor hotel, this where I pull up and park the caravan analogue with the fence to join with other motor home etc. performing at the Sweeps festival. I have been coming to sweeps for over twenty yr but this is the first base since I lost my married woman. This class I'm not performing - a side we both danced with last year has put me on their strength for the weekend - so I can just relax and catch up with news and gossip from champion in other sides that I've not seen since the Tenterden folk weekend last October.
First things first though, wind the niche steadies down and raze the two spot caravan and crock up a can of Old Speckled Hen before I get the awning up, hopefully before the darkening clouds drop the rain that is forecast for over night and betimes dayspring, not as easy I handed and I definitely feel the need for a few orang-utan genes as my branch seem to be a unspoilt foot too short to keep back up the fabric and snaffle the next terminal that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, next is to arrange the two solar panels and get the electrics connected up, the shoemaker's last chore is to get some water - Forty litres in the turquoise roll and ten for the toilet tank- it's a bit of a trek daily round to the other side of the web site and a sightly exercising weight to haul back but I haven't used the car to shift weewee before and hopefully I'm not going to start for a few long time yet. Ye Supreme Being though, it seems twice as far this yr, I wish I'd used my sea squab before I left, on my takings to the van I connect the Aqua-roll and run the pump until the smell of sterilising fluid dissipates then fill the kettleful for a brew, While the kettle is heating I make the bed up, I don't fancy trying to sleep on either of the single size of it bed at the sides of the van, knowing my luck I'll probably fall out, so make up the full breadth bed as we usually did, it's about six metrical foot three foursquare ; lots of room to disperse out in, bloody lonely though, ‘ snap out of it'I tell myself, ‘ that way leads to more weeds and slump ’.
I connect my MP3 musician into the van strait system and heed to Amazing Blondel's"England ”, a most decompress LP/CD to take heed to. I had the LP from the seventies and bought the re-mastered CD from the creative person when they were at"folk music off the pier"at Cromer. To further ease my way into the weekend the kettle starts to whistle as"seascape"begins and the get-go drops of rain spiel 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 terminal twenty dollar bill three eld, here for all but one or two Sweeps, I have danced, played, or drummed for six, no seven sides, I prefer margin and molly and am not so lament on northwesterly, this means that whilst I may well only know 30 or forty the great unwashed's name calling I am on nodding terms with a hundred or more, that's the sort of company I will appreciate this week-end, and there should be a sing-around or open awning somewhere on the field every evening.
The rain 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 vanguard and tent as though looking for person or another. Female and in her 1920s, dark hair's-breadth pulled back into a very yearn pony tail, not a great batch of make-up although not too easy to tell in the fall brightness, this coupled with her dark habiliment makes accurate estimates difficult. She is about five foot six or seven and slim but with a figure, mordant suddenly pelage tailored in to the waist and flaring over her pelvic girdle, black or navy blue trousers, fateful shoe with a slight heel, authority girl, writing table, estate agent ? Nosey, curious or just trying to help,"Do you need any helper ?"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 take on along here about an hour ago, assuming the traffic on the M11 & M25 was good or sometime later if it was bad. The job is he doesn't have a nomadic sound so I can't contact him to find out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my sunshade for a few hour or so, I can beak up Essex and Kent traffic news show on the radio in the van so at least you can stimulate an idea of when he is likely to get here ; I don't want to cause you any worry but if he's had a puncture that could add another half hour to his arrival time."I stop Blondel and tune the radio to ninety five point three FM. A few minutes later at twenty-five past tense five BBC Essex reports all clear on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the bridge, around 15 hour delay and no reported delay in Kent.
"Well"I say"It doesn't expression like there are any dealings hassles, between here and ... where is he coming from, you didn't say ?"
"He's coming from Bishops Stortford where he collected the camping gear wheel from my flat, and should throw left about two o'clock ; he assumed an hour for the M11 and M25, twenty moment for traffic over the bridgework, and another forty for A2, M2, and Rochester and he should take in arrived around four o'clock ”."I don't know what to do ; he should own all our camping stuff and nonsense and my clothes for the weekend !"
"In your place I would want to find out if he has left or not, and if he has left, when he left. Another 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 dance with Billington Clog, I, by the way am Jennifer, most people call me jenny, and Dave was hoping that a week-end away with them would get me involved as well ”.
"It's beneficial to know names, I'm frank, so shall we see if we can bump Billington, I assume they are on this side of the playing area as that's where you were looking."
"Dave said they camped on the right hand side on the bound of the field, I suppose that depends on which way you're facing but I assumed he was talking in full term of arrival which would be this incline of the field."
"OK, I have been coming to sweeps for nearly twenty age, I know a lot of English, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and make our way down to the derriere gist, the face down there is usually Blackwater Morris, we danced with them for four or five years around the bend of the century, I only have one brolly so we will scoop share that as it's sounding a bit deaden out there, although it always sounds wetter under an sunblind than it actually is outside. Do you know the names of any Billington people so at least we can be mixer ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"Dark blue Hyundai I10"she says as a iniquity car attack, no, it's a little Honda. We walk towards the step at the top end of the field, 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 Fifties or thereabouts holding a dry pint pewter tankard, and wearing a utterly sawhorse t-shirt, I ask,"Hi, are you performing this week-end ?"
"No, not this year most of our lot think it costs too much in fuel to get here and back from Bedford and with May Day on Billy Sunday they want to dance the sun up, and then do pub trip the light fantastic out locally, so though we are booked in we won't be dancing."
"Do you know what side is parked next to you, or do you have any idea where Billington clog might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a cue who is next to us, Pretty Grim are the early side of them both English 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 recitation Wednesday evenings at a hotel in Bishops Stortford, that's just about all I know, not a lot of help am I ?"
"Never mind, we'll go and see if anyone is in future 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 English ”. The rain is now a steady gentle rain, not cold, but the picnic makes it sense chilly. There is no-one around the tents, so we move down the line, a couple of ghastly multitude are sipping beer and talking under a gazebo and they say it is a Cotswold side next door on the entering position, the rest of Pretty Grim are down the town getting food, so we continue on to the next collection of new wave and collapsible shelter, these belong to Blackbird Border, Another side of meat from Bedfordshire, it's their inaugural time here as a incline, a few members have been here with other incline but no-one has heard of Billington. We are nearly halfway down the first face of the field, still looking for his car and looking behind us every metre a car comes onto the field, the next couple of collapsible shelter belong to Winstree one C Clog, they are a long established slope from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for years, most of their masses are good to Blackwater, again nonentity knows of Billington and their roadman has a saltation political platform for the festival - this is just a template to where sides might or might not be - it has been said that organising a dance schedule for Morris face is akin to herding qat ! The dancing schedule doesn't list Billington.
"Thanks for your assist, I suppose that Billington are just coming down for a look around if they haven't been going farseeing ”,
"Thanks as well from me"says Jenny.
"wellspring we are back at my caravan now let's go in for a bit of a think and a drink ”, I suggest. When we get back to the van we go inside the van to dry out and get warmed through.
"I don't like the way things are looking here, it seems very foreign that no-one has heard of them. I might well go for a wander down towards Blackwater and see who is between us and them and then cross to the other side of the field of study and find Hertfordshire Holly if they are camping this yr ; they are from Ware and if I remember right that's only ten miles from Stortford, Some-one must know something about them, If you can catch the timpani and realise brew, the trimmings are in there."I say, pointing to the cupboard over the cooker, be back in five transactions or so."
I continued walking down the field towards Blackwater ; succeeding to us are visitant from The Netherlands just come to see the festival and then move on somewhere else, past them are the sleep of Winstree and then it's Rising Larks 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 campground opposite my van where the tree are growing down a steep bank, asking at the first campervan with luminousness on whom they are and if they know of Billington Clog ?"Sorry, I can't be of very much assist we're Moonshine, it's our first year but know that the Witchmen are from the Calypso motor-home to the quoin, and they are a Cotswold English over the road way, I don't know who is next to us down the field, it's a noblewoman side with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A short wander to a chemical group of musicians and a duet of questions confirm that they are indeed Hertfordshire Holly but no-one knows of Billington. That, so far as I am concerned, means that Billington doesn't exist, the lonesome really worrying question is why David told Jennifer all that stuff and nonsense about camping here for the week-end, as I wander back to the caravan by following the athletics track round the line of business, I recognise a brace of Blackwater people, give them a wave and scream 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 commodity but it looks like she's had a few tears.
"What's up ?"I ask,
"Chrissie, she's has the flat next to me, rang just after you left as she was wondering where I was. I'm normally home before her and as she had seen Dave in the Red king of beasts 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 trip here."On hearing this a theory was forming in my mind,"I don't want to pry but if Chrissie is in the flat adjacent to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a flat ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the short somewhat abrupt reply.
"Pure guess, but do you subsist by yourself and if so has anyone else got a key to your flat"?
"Since you don't know where I live I can narrate you that, I do live solo, and Chrissie has my secondly spare key in case I lose mine or result them at oeuvre, Dave has my former key ‘ cos all the camping poppycock is mine and he was picking it up after piece of work, why ?"
"I'm just a picayune interested at the way things are starting to mould up, so do you possess much in the way of high note 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 affair that are worth a bit, my Dad's melodic official document, a breastpin that belonged to my gran that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to project slur without some sort of trial impression but I can't supporter thinking that he might throw planned to bear you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your stuff and nonsense ”. The colour drained from Jenny's facial expression and she looked like her ramification weren't too stabilise, she rested her script on the edge of the table and slumped down into a chairwoman."Not my Dad's material, I couldn't bear losing any of that, it's all insured but that's not what matters, another silver transverse flute wouldn't be his ! !
"looking"I say,"If, note the if that is what someone planned, it is fairly slow to spike their shooter, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the crucial particular 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 pianissimo or double bass voice, it might be a bit catchy for her."
"No there is nothing heavy, a flute, two acoustic guitars, a melodeon and two concertinas."This was said while she was ringing Chrissie, it seemed to consume 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 pit of a big favour if you can and as quickly as possible, I think Dave got me down here so he can pinch my Dad's stuff while I am stuck here, if you use my spare key I can guide you as to what needs rescuing. What ? Ok, I will ring again in three minute, I don't know why but the more I think about it the more I worry about how safe the rest of my matter are, he was always asking about Dad's instruments and why I didn't play them and why I spent so often on clothes, he never seemed to have any money and was always talking about his ‘ rich'girlfriend."
"right hand, while we are waiting to get back to Chrissie, did you seduce a brew ?"
"Yes, sorry I forgot about it after Chrissie rang"
"Don't headache, I ‘ ll do it, Milk and sugar ?"
"Yes please, Milk River, one sugar. Thanks for helping me I wouldn't have had a clue about any of this if you hadn't raised my suspicions, Chrissie didn't have a goodness news to say about Dave but I put it down to a cutaneous senses of the lilliputian William Green monsters, 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 ! cum inside, I'll put the fastball on to help oneself 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 location may not have been the best to help her relax but she was looking strained,"Have a slurp of tea and get a bit of fondness inside you, you'll tone better for it,"
"tercet min are up, I'm ringing Chrissie, she must throw got home by now, I will put it on speaker."the headphone is already in her hired hand and one tap of the screen and the phone relocation to her ear, after a span of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"Steady missy, Give me a chance, I've just put my shopping on the table and grabbed your key."... There is a pause, a room access closing, a few pace ... key in another doorway and the sound of it opening,
"rightfield I'm in, your camping train is in the Charles Francis Hall, and the telly is in view, as is the dark guitar on the wall."
"OK ! That's Dad's Fylde, go into my bedroom, another guitar by the bed,"
"Yes, a big one, visible radiation coloured, with a brightly coloured leather strap,"
"Great, that's Dads Takamine, sorry to be so paranoid but did you lock the figurehead door when you came in"
"No, I didn't I'll pop back and do it now .... All secure I put the chain on as well."
"Right, now we can take our time and gain sure everything else is still there just in case he has taken one bit and coming back for more later, on the dressing table should be a black jewellery box in the top of that is a gilded brooch with green, amber and crystalize 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 fence about that later, what's adjacent to check, from the way you're worrying would I be too far out saying I have a lady of meaning living next door"
"We will discourse that when I get back, back to the living room, in the sideboard eccentric thing in the justly helping hand end open the doorway there should be an almost snowy oblong squeeze-box and a black octagonal one, in the go away mitt side, a black flat box thirty five by twelve by three that's a flute glass, and another squeeze-box with leather holler and wooden ends."
"All present and correct, what happens now ?"
"Can you move all the musical 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 cracking admirer ?"
"No ! I won't take the chance, while they are in my insipid I am guessing they won't be insured, I'll whorl 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 old age ago, just before you moved in to the block, were all these musical instrument his, and turn down if you want to but what kind of economic 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 Charles Frederick Worth about eight thousand pounds, add in the brooch and you can just about doubled it.
"I wish I hadn't asked now, you know I don't like responsibility outside work, and this is a heck of a lot of trust you're putting in me, I should experience flattered but I am a bit worried about the value of this lot."
"I hate to stack it on, but it's not the monetary value that's significant it's all sentimental."
"That's enough of that, I'm hanging up to get organised for my relocation, I will impart my doorway heart-to-heart so that I can hear anyone in the hallway, while I'm getting jam-packed, I'll mob you when I'm back in."
In Jenny's flat Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to time the motility and save jenny ass's flat secure, ‘ if I can get my wrist through the gap maybe I can get the chain on, but can I get it off, so I can get back in ?'She opens the door and checks the gap that the range of mountains allows, about two and a half in, putting her wrist through it seems to set aside a bonnie bit of movement for her wrist joint and digit, has she enough flexibility to fit and withdraw the chain, I have the key and if I get the chain on and can't get it off again, jenny ass's stuff will be a lot good once I've locked the door. Holding the door a ‘ too with her depart hand in the alphabetic character box the long slight finger of her right handwriting lifts the chain end, using her pollex as a guide along the duration of the chain slot, her finger tips detect the opening night for the end, it's very tight causing quite a bit of discomfort, but with an extra pull on the letter box, gains the space for the end to pop into the one-armed bandit.
Yeah ! That's part one done, she said to herself, getting her hand out was easygoing once the chain slid along the time slot, pulling the room access shut and making sure enough the door latch was family, finally after opening the door again to check the chain is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own categorical to pack for the weekend. ‘ Don't need tea or burnt umber, get hold of milk, grain for tomorrow, dressing gown, modification of clothes, toiletries, make-up it doesn't seem like a lot, but it's only all-night, I must get my phone charger, don't want it going plane overnight. This'll do, both sets of keys and I'm make to go.'
Putting the key in the door it opens to the chain demarcation line, just popping the strand off and I'm done, She slips her articulatio radiocarpea through and then thinks, I wonder what the police would say if they just happened to pop in for a confabulation, by the clip the thought process was finished her digit had found the end of the mountain range and slipped it out of the TV channel. All done and with a sigh of easing she pulls the key from the door, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the mess of camping geartrain she slips the chain back into place.

rachis in Rochester jenny is nearly climbing the walls"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"Come on Jenny, give her a opportunity, could you rearrange your weekend, carry a bag, secure your own place, move in, unpack, get the kettle hole on and ring back in less than 15 instant ?"
"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 dependable, I will sort out some food for us, it won't be posh but it will be tender and filling."I said, getting up and moving to the fridge and getting out a chicken curry I had made late Th, there isn't decent to fill us both up but Timothy Miles Bindon Rice or pasta will bulk it up. Next is to find out the wok under the cooker, on my knee head down and keister upwards, I get it out, plow the gas ring on low and tip the curry in.
"Would you prefer rice or pasta ?
"Pasta please"I'm in the midriff of filling a saucepan for the pasta, when her phone goes, Beautiful due south ringtone I think, remembering CDs my Thomas Kid had in the past.
"Hi, Chrissie how did you get on, Is everything ok ?
"Yes, all sorted, I locked and chained your room access on the way out, unlocked and unchained the door to get in with my stuff."
"Great, could you do one more than affair for me tomorrow ?"
"Yes, if I can I will, you should experience that by now.
"Thanks, Could you call the locksmith on Oak Lane, get him to come out and vary the locks and leave 3 keys with you, my council tax money is with the bill under the flute box, pay him from that if you can get a cash price reduction, if not secern him to invoice me and I'll settle up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a problem, any particular sort of curl, or colour or budget."
"No, high security is the solely requirement, I have to go now it smells like dinner party is gear up, I will ring you tomorrow afternoon, to throw 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 vino with crybaby, but it's curried and so you have a choice of red out of a box or beer, what will you be having ?"
"A drop-off of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to experience the heating system for hours.
"No, it's quite soft really, I make my own curry paste in bulk and then use half of what the particular proposition formula I'm using phone call for, I divvy up the curry and separate jennet to choose pasta to taste. Do you want to stay here in the warm and eat off your lap or make a motion out into the sunshade and use the tabular array ?"
"I prefer to stay warm and comfy thanks."
I turn on the MP3 player and choose random rematch of the album on there. The Poozies come on get-go, Love on a Farm Boys Wages, nice harmonies on this and with a bit of go to the chorus. I reset the player to play all of that CD, and Jenny asks who are they I give her their name and explain how they took it."When they first formed they practiced in a pub, and decided to thank the landlord by using the pub 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 record album, only because I first heard them at Cropredy ‘ 95, that whole weekend was warm up going on towards hot and the Old Hooky flowed nicely.
"Where or what is Cropedy'95 ?"She asks.
I reply,"It's is a ‘ where'and a ‘ what ’, the where is a small village in Oxfordshire, compass north of Banbury, a Civil War struggle was fought there in 1644. The ‘ what'is a music fete, up XL thousand hoi polloi, from new born to Ninety plus, basically recycled and reborn flower child ? It started out as an yearly reunion of the fellow member of Fairport formula at a village fiesta and just sort of grew.
Practically every CD on here has a narration, I only have about a dozen CD or CD circle that have come from a shop, most are bought from the artist at sign language and folks golf club intervals."
"So what sorting of music moves you ?"I ask.
"aught really gets to me, I think that's why me not playing anything got to Dave, not that he was at all musical himself, I used to like some of Dad's rock candy music from the late sixties and into the seventies but the sole I that I can really remember hearing was nidus, the Moody blueness, Yes, and wrick Wakeman, just about summation up my melodious inclinations."
"I've got Yes and Rick Wakeman here, would you like to get wind some while I do the glade up,"
"Yes please, Yes, any of their betimes stuff would be nice."
"It's only a greatest collision typecast CD but it has ‘ yours is no ignominy'and others from that LP"
Jenny slips off to another place while the music is playing, it's a few eld since I played the CD from end to end, and after a distich of tracks I'm back to send energy crisis United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland circa1976, working in a manufactory, having my auricle bashed by car stochasticity during the day and music at"naturalistic"tier under a big distich of headphones at other multiplication, ( all headphones were big in those days ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered classical Guitar, flamenco Guitar, John Williams and Julian Bream, Paco Penja and kinfolk rock, an altogether still panorama. By the prison term the music had got towards the end of starship Trooper, the washing up is all done and put away, I look at Jenny, she is definitely moved by some computer storage or another, she isn't crying but she's not far from it, very wet center, a touch of a tremble to the lip. Do I commove her or not, heck, I've never been secure with handling my own emotions let alone others, no leave her to it, ‘ bettor to keep ones mouth shut and be thought an imbecile than to open it and turn out it'as the old phrase goes seems to fit expert, her meth is empty-bellied, I poor a match 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 grinning and a quiet ‘ thanks ’.
"cheer"I say, in salutation,"I would like to offer a penny for them, but I think they were much more important than that, the euphony and the storage it provokes does get to you doesn't it, despite what you said earlier, that is good, it means you're still with the respite us in the bread and butter, breathing, mental confusion that is called society."“ However that is enough of the heavy philosophical stuff for now, I was intending to contract my stuff down to the buns nerve centre, and see if Blackwater Gouverneur Morris has a sing-around going on or about to start, if you're up to it you are Sir Thomas More than welcome to join in."
"I don't know if I'd be much use in a sing-around, I can't sing."
"Lack of ability never stopped a lot of masses in sing-around, it isn't about being near at anything, it's about having the confidence to have a go or to just fall in in with the chorus and hearing to what others have to act as, and most songs have a story if you listen for it. Come on it will do you good, I can practically guarantee no-one will trouble you by playing or singing Yes or Wakeman."
"OK, thanks"
"Now you have to work,"I say with a smile, if you can call for two chair and the wine, I'll bring instruments, medicine and songbook and our glassful. Bottoms up ”. As I finish my glass."Excuse me, but my box and guitar are under the bed, if you wrap up then go into the 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 disk on the leftfield to empty it, and then push it down to pump in bowl cleaner, toilet roll is to the right under a cover version, bridge player basin comes down after swivelling the snatch on the right field, the light if you want it is perpendicular on the right, switch to the freighter, ok with that ?
"Yeah, I hope so."
I drag my guitar and box out from under the bed, accept them into the awning, seize a sweatshirt from the closet, and become off the bullet, books are in the top draw and a bag is taken out of the midriff draw, all the al-Qur'an go in there with the wine crank either side, I take the vesica out of the box of wine and that fits in as well. Jenny comes out of the toilet,"That's a W. C. 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 turning now then we can go."LE than a instant later and we load up to go, Jenny has the two professorship, I take the quietus. There is no change in the rain, still moth-eaten and low, maybe thing will relieve 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, permission to enter please."
"Hi Frank, get along in, pile of space available."
"Thanks Ken, where's your former 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 of late to fall,"
"Don't vexation ; I expect to learn that a lot of times this week-end."
"So, who is your friend then,"asks Ken.
"She isn't a friend, no, that came out wrong. What I meant was a match of minute ago we had only just met, her name is Jennifer, answers to William Le Baron Jenny, and she is as near to a street child or stray that you will see this week-end. Jenny, running bout from Ken he is the bagman, adjacent is Harry and his married woman Valery known as Val, next is a new face to me ..."
"That's Kath, plays squeeze box for us and dancing when needed. To her right is her partner, Richard, he bangs a membranophone for us at the present moment, I don't know if Andy was with us when we in conclusion met, he's the baby of the slope, just turned twenty, he is a social dancer, a bit flying but has the eye for movement, and his girlfriend 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 blanched wine-coloured, some of ken fortified home brewage, or a few mixed beers."
"We are ok for a bit thanks, provided the bag didn't split coming down here"I say as I take the wine-colored box vesica from the backpack,"it is undamaged, I pour a glass each for Jenny and me."We didn't have the space to bring the box as well so if anyone fancies a drib, its Tesco's finest subdued French red."
Sue settles herself in the nook next to Ken,"So what's the story with you and this Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 member of Billington clog, he was to nibble up the camping power train from her flat after piece of work and come down to unite her at about four pm. She was walking up and down the track looking for him when it started to rain, I invited her in to shelter for a bit and after hearing on the radio that there was no traffic 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 incline who had. While Jenny brewed up I went across the field to Hertfordshire Holly, they are based in Ware only ten mile from Stortford where Billington are supposed to practice and they had never heard of them.
While I was away jenny's neighbour rang to say she had seen him back base LE than half an time of day before, and to cut a long tale short, she is moving into Jenny's place overnight to act as security because Jenny gave him a key to get in to roll up the camping gear, and then Chrissie, the neighbour is getting the curl changed tomorrow. Which leaves this pitiable jeune fille down here without a office till she can get home plate ?"
"Well"says Sue,"you couldn't have found a safer berth than with frankfurter, we would trust him with anything, he will face after you ok, so what are you going to do tonight, with no equipment you can't indoor camp, I am pretty sure the Lady camping room is fully booked anyway."
"We will have to use the caravan, I've got two quiescence bags and a king-size eiderdown in there, the only cunning bit is getting ready for bed. With the lights out and the screen down you can't see a matter anyway, so one gets quick while the other is in the shower room doing teeth etc. then barter, sleeping bag each and with the continental quilt over the top we should be plenty warm enough."
"I'll be safe enough ; I've been in the T.A. for 6 long time, and I wouldn't want to take me on !"
"Ah, the aureole of our armed military force, threatening inadequate ingenuous peace loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chuckle and it seems as though no Sir Thomas More questions 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 other sides.
"We have eight to ten to dance and six in the band most practices and we are only missing one from the band this week-end, Alan is coming down for the day Sun but has to work Saturday, he is with the ambulance service, and they can't swop 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 take down again on Sunday. There isn't a lot happening with other local anaesthetic face, we all want more than members but all that seems to be happening is more multitude are dancing with more than than one incline, doing border or molly on Saturday and Cotswold on Sunday. Further afield I was told that Ely Border have had a bit of an rude war, accusations and inexactitudes flying about front, left and center of attention, a duo of them are with Green flying dragon tomorrow, and Littlebury seem to deliver snaffled the rest.
"Do you have any program for dancing or playing in the future, I know its betimes days yet, but I have heard there is a waiting line to ask you to join them but no-one wants to be so insensitive to be the first to ask. We have known each former for lo, nearly 20 years now and you know I don't have a sensitive os in my drumhead, so will you arrive back to us when you feel up to it."
"I'm flattered that you think I'm still subject of dancing, from the way I was huffing and puffing when I hauled the water back I am beginning to believe I'm past it now."
"You didn't draw out your water round of golf by hand again, go year we told you to take heed to yourself and to, quote, work smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't toll ten cent of diesel to drive beat and back, if you can drag that lot without having a heart attack you are more than fit plenty to keep up with us."
"It's not keeping up with you, you fat bugger ; it's keeping up with that Cy Young ‘ un that going to cause a problem."I said with a big grinning, Ken couldn't have been half a stone hard 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 incline we had danced with this week-end and it didn't surprise me that Ken would be the first to ask, now should I reward him for his courage for asking first or punish him for his insensitivity.
"The question is should I reinforce you for your courageousness for asking first or punish you for your insensitivity. As my kids know I don't go in for a lot of punishment, lead by example is comfortable than penalisation in my book, so you won't get a square no, however I have never left Tribal and need to get through this week-end before I make any decision about the Esther Morris and me. Anyway this is supposed to be a fun week-end so when do we stop trying to make me call back of the past and get back to here and now. Any asking that do not involve John Barleycorn, anatomical reference impossibility, or me singing ?"
"I want to learn you sing, what have you to offer for my entertainment ?"Said Jenny, looking me in the eye with a bit of a smiling on the secondment half of the question, no, it's the wine kicking in it couldn't have been any flesh of flirtation, could it ?
At this stage Richard leaves the sunblind to comment about the height of the nettles and early remark about ‘ taking away the painfulness but leave the swelling ’.
"He'll be back in a hour, just checking on the children in the caravan, I checked just before you arrived, we have this admonisher twist, range of thirty metres, but we both like to submit go to check."Convention dictates that the master of ceremonies starts us off and channelize legal proceeding, so it's up to Ken to start us off,"what's it to be, sea Sung dynasty and chantey first time round as usual, then another melodic theme following sentence stave ?"
"Yes that's normal,"Says Ken as he launches straight into ‘ due south Australia'he has the voice for this one, it needs a bit of mogul to avail lift the chorus.
Why is it every Song he knows lasts less than two minutes, he probably wrote pop songs in the LX, most of them struggled to last three minutes ? At this point Richard returns."All quiet"he whispered to Kath.
Next to Ken is Sue, I expect her to pass, but if she does she will receive to sing next time and she may not own a relevant strain. 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 moment at an average speed. Harry gets to go next, and sticks with ‘ Drunken crewman ’, a few verses will be added that don't appear in the shanty playscript, some may impart a bit of colour to an inexperienced person cheek, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's change state next and she plays Portsmouth on her melodeon, giving it the Berna Eli Oldfield intervention, bigger chords, and faster as it trips along, the eternal rest of us starts drumming on the table to encourage her along. This provokes a few fast snatch for deoxyephedrine as the board moves in time with the medicine, 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 time round no subject what theme is selected"
"If it gets round to me again, it's getting on for 9-30 now, I'm going to see to it on the tyke and get to bed myself at ten o clock."
"I only bang a drum"says Richard, what kind of affair are you expecting from me ?
"Its sing, say or play, sing a song, say a bit of poetry or distinguish a story, or play a tune."Ken replies."This is their first refugee camp out with a Gouverneur Morris side, they've never been to a sing-around or open mic night before, and to me it seems unknown that forward-looking grownup could receive led such a shelter 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 falter in his voice be Menachem Begin ;


Quinquireme of Nineveh from remote Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
with a consignment of bone, and apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedar wood, and sweet whitened wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shore,
With a freight of diamonds, Emeralds, amethysts,
tan, and Cinnamomum zeylanicum, and amber moidores.
Dirty British people coaster with a salt-caked locoweed stack,
butting through the Channel in the mad march days,
with a loading of Tyne coal, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

"Hands up those that learned that as a irregular yr at secondary winding school"says Ken.
Only jenny ass, Andy and Lisa fail to kindle a hand.
"hired man up those that still think the author and title"
I remember it was by John Masefield, but don't remember the deed of conveyance, only two mitt stay up ; Richards and cognizance."Hurrah for secondary innovative education, shame we scrapped it over XXX years ago."Said Ken,"load's by whoremonger Masefield for those who want to know, and here ends the conclusion lesson for today. It's circle to your play Andy."
Andy goes straight into a The Islands by Ralph Mc Tell, a great song about The Braer oil tanker disaster in the Shetlands in, I think, 1993. That gets him a daily round of applause ; he has a good voice and a lot of confidence.
Lisa, apparently aware that she was succeeding leant over and pulled a wooden tin whistle, and plays what I take to be Irish people jig, quite tight and well deserving listening to and then without me really hearing the modulation it slows down to the Skye boat strain. There is applause all round of golf for that, and after Ken winked at me he posed the look enquiry,"who is future ? Jenny, it's your play to do one ”.
"No way, I don't have the ability or repertoire to do anything, I pass in the cowardly noesis that I also won't be here when it comes fill out 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 spyglass in my absence."More get at scuttlebutt dog me out the awning.
"Ok normal service has been restored, thanks whoever did the wine,"Jenny nods to me,"Time for another Fairport connector, and in accord with the sea theme I will do ‘ laurels and Praise ’, the guitar music is a bit tricksy but I'll play something near."It only takes a few endorsement get my guitar out of its case and I return to behind my prat as I find it a lot light to represent standing, and breathing for vocalizing is also a lot easier, sitting down I just can't get enough air in."I suppose we have to look while you tune up now,"said Kath,
"No, Once it is in tune it stays there, I might have to retune two or three times after fitting new strings, especially as I use extra alight strings, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a alright summer morning we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled heights 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 music I play, wasted sweat to play stuff you don't like. I finish the song without too many mistakes, a bit of gentle clapping follows,"Thank you, it didn't go as well as I had hoped but I am going to blame the booze. So on that note, it must be close to knocking off time as Kath and Richard are getting their material together, we ought to relieve oneself a move if that's ok with you, Jenny."She nods,"By the clock 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 chair and took the glasses, passing mine to me to complete off, that done I passed it back. There was about half a drinking glass of wine left in the vesica,"Ken, you can terminate this off, ok ? See you tomorrow, sleep tight and all that."
It is still drizzling quite steadily so we walk smartly up the field back to my van, unzipping the sunshade, I usher William Le Baron Jenny in offset and follow inside, I put the guitar on the table and grope my way across to the van door so I can swap on the awning light, once we can see, I unlock the van door and going in put my melodeon on the bed, while I am in I turn on the gas room bullet, back in the sunshade, I set the chair up, transport jenny in and keep up her with my guitar,"we don't have a lot of space, could you get on the bed for a minute of arc, while I put these away and find the continental quilt ”. jennet slips her shoe off and crawls onto the bed and turns cycle to face me from a kneeling status, she looks very cunning like that, and I smile at her, pulling the eiderdown out of the under bed repositing locker is a bit of a engagement but it finally comes out. I then revoke out and lifting my guitar from the bed, slew 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 visualize another drink or a cup of tea,"I ask.
"I wouldn't mind another glass of wine if you have any and some more music, if it isn't too belatedly for you."
"It isn't too late for me, we will all be up later tomorrow Night, they are dancing about of tomorrow and so Friday night isn't normally a late Nox. Above your head in the middle closet there are a duet of wine-coloured corner, train your picking, I will sort the music"
"I was hoping you might sing a few more songs, live music is much nicer than recorded."
"Having put the instruments away, it will take to be a cappella, if you ears are up to it, any portion with the wine yet,"she passes the box to me to open,"I'll open it shall I"I say with a smile and a lifted eyebrow. I don't like opening these boxes either but say nothing, once open up 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 pink touch, but enough for her to key out her old glass. They are large glasses, so I only three quarters fill them, putting hers on the fridge unit, to her right, I drop to my knee and putting my methamphetamine on the whole near the firing, noticing the fervidness 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 cloth but won't mount as quickly.
"You requested a song, so what sort of call would you like to get word ?"
"Can you continue the sea songs composition ? The songs I heard earlier were matter to, as Dad had a connection."
"Yes, no problem, first is a lay by The Jolly Rogers it's called ‘ Wicked'
"I sailed on the Charles a fair privateersman,
And our pay it was workweek delinquent ... ..
... ... Captain Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a nice song, not a nice story what with rape and torturing, but good."
"What's next,"Jenny asks,
"One from you, please."
"As I said, I can't sing, I can't free rein, and I don't know any poetry."
"Right, here begins your first singing lesson, Do you have a go at it ‘ Early one Morning ’,"“ No."
"Ok, I'll sing a product line, we repeat the same line, and you sing the line."
"I don't know."
"Sing a line from Drunken sailor ; it will give me a hint as to what key you are comfortable in."
In a very easygoing voice the beginning bloodline comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my comfort zone in the Bass register.
"startle again, and I'll join you. What shall we do with a bibulous sailor, what shall we do with a drunken Panama hat, what shall we do with a drunken skimmer early in the morning."
"That's good, try again with a bit more welly ! What shall we do with a boozy sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."
"Good, again, and carry on and add the wey-hays. What shall we do with a drunken boater, what shall we do with a boozy sailor, what shall we do with a drunken Panama hat 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 Trotskyite, with a bit more volume. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a sottish boater, What shall we do with a bibulous sailor early in the break of the day. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the morning.
What shall we do with a bibulous sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."This clip I harmonise on the wey-heys with recollective 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 sing we raise our deoxyephedrine to each other and repeat the exercise again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty good to me, anyone can blab, it just takes a piffling drill and a couplet of ally who will generate an honest judgement of what you sound like. Anyway for a over change of topic, we do necessitate to get the sleeping bags and duvet sorted, and then we find another song or take a brewage and go to sleep. Do you catch some Z's on your left or powerful position and do you opt your face or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my right side, back to the window, that's wily here with Windows on all four sides.
"If you sleep that slope you'll be facing the awning, with the blind and curtains, there won't be a lot of visible light getting in. Can you motivate off the sleeping traveling bag so I can get at them delight ?"I unzip the two sleeping pocketbook from each other, and zip them up as bingle. Arranged so that the zips are away from the marrow of the bed with the continental quilt on top so that if either of us need to get up during the night it will make minimum disturbance to the other, in the halfway attraction of the unit by the wardrobe are a brace of wind up great mullein that we won at a ceilidh a few years before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to find a electric switch for the master lights."Do you want to try some more babble out or have a cup of tea and sleep ?"
"You know when Ken and Sue said I couldn't be safer than with you, I didn't really consider them, but I am beginning to cogitate you are as commodity as they said."
"I am no saint, but I try to exist as masses 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 opt to sleep, it has been a foresightful and nerve-wracking day, and I don't normally settle well in a foreign bed. I would wish a cup of tea as well though, I will probably stir up with a fairly furry mouth tomorrow, and some tea now might help."I have another ransacking in the mediate draw and then manus Jenny a new toothbrush,"this might assist maintain you feeling de-furred ”, I put the kettle on and go to the press to get one of my t-shirts to use as a nightshirt,"a white Faversham hop festival t-shirt is on top and I pass it across."Will this do to sleep in ?"Jenny holds it in situation in front of her, it covers all that needs to be covered but not a lot More, and I've seen light annulus coming out of the clubs in the township centre, she looks at me and smiles,"what do you think of it ?"
"I don't believe I should break an honest persuasion because if I did you hear one heck of a clang as my halo fell off, and that would ruin my reputation as a nice guy. There must be a lot of young men out there would love to be in here instead of me, and I don't think you would be very rubber with any of ... No I forgot your T.A. training, they might not be very safe,"At this Jenny starts to giggle,
"I was never in the T.A. I only said it to see what your chemical reaction would be, any sign of aggression and I would have been out of here and down the townspeople like a shot. Your comic answer was perfect for the occasion."The kettle starts to whistle so I turn the gas off and reach a pot of tea,
"One sugar, would you like it milky or rule,"
"Milky please, so that it goes straight down, thanks."I make mine the Saami,
"Would you like a biscuit to go with this, I'm having a mates to soak up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not good for the number after 8pm."
I have a pair of digestives and unveil a custard cream and snaffle bit that for afters, as I had seen Jenny finish her tea, I downed mine quickly and after switching on the LED slip lighter 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 up for bed, when you are in and ready tap on the window and I'll come in for my turn, after a few Sir Frederick Handley Page there are half a twelve raps from inside the van, I get up and turn off the kindle, the awning spark and after knocking once on the door, go inside. Jenny is in bed, lying on her back she lifts her point and says ;"it's all yours, thank you."In the can, I have a airstrip wash drawing, dry myself, and unobjectionable my teeth, putting my underpants back on and after switching off the light, take the quietus of my clothes and put them on the bottom of the bed. I crawl across the bed to my sleeping bag, unzip it halfway down and get in, as I slide further down the bag, I make sure the tip up great mullein is where I can find it attain up and commit the cord to turn off the light.
"Just a moment please,"says William Le Baron Jenny, I switch the light back on and she leans over and gives me a mountain on the cheek,"thanks for being here and helping me so much, night night."
"Nox night,"I reply and turn the light-colored out.



Chapter Two
trust

I lie on my back and rewind over the day, thought process of what I should ingest said if I could call back a lot quicker. Ah the land of what if ... I turn over onto my leftover side, with my spinal column to Jenny, I can smell her and it relaxes me. It has been a while since I've had any female company in my bedroom and the comportment of another body lends a touch of security as it banishes any loneliness still hiding in the nook and crack of this poor people old brain of mine. I am fully aware there is nothing sexual in the way I am feeling, it is an almost tribal look of belonging again, division of the group identity, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and dust-covered tracks of self analysis, why can't I just go with the stream.
I awake slowly to the sound of easygoing war cry, it isn't me, so it must be Jenny, lying still for a min or so I listen, then turning over as if in my sopor and keeping my left arm under the duvet let it to add up to perch over Jenny's waist outside her sleeping bag, her crying reduces to a whimpering sniffling speech sound but doesn't stop, she must be awake and miserable, what should I do and also what will she do ? A while later, it could have been two second it might deliver been ten, as I was drifting off again, I felt her relocation and a few seconds later her arm was holding mine close to her, and I felt her hand flavor for mine, when her search was successful her fingers wormed their way between mine and I felt her relax back towards me, Again I was drifting off and maybe she said it, or I said it, or I dreamed it but somewhere the speech sound of the word'thanks'came into my intellect, and then I was away with the faerie. The future sentence I awoke it was probably around six a.m. number one Light was trying to pretend its way into the van and I needed the can, my arm was still around Jenny's waist and we still had our fingers interlaced, despite the blue-blooded of movement jenny ass also woke,"morn, what's up ?
"Sorry to disturb you but I have to have a tiddle, otherwise things are going to get a bit damp around here."
I don't bother with the idle words up flannel mullein, there is decent lightness to see my way to the toilet without kneeling on Jenny's legs and as I open the bathroom door, a lot of brightness comes in so it must be well after half five, once I have finished and dried the old man I open the window a little bit and check the weather. Well broken cloud, not raining and strips of sunshine are coming between the trees to the east of us, getting on for six or twenty-five percent past, I think to myself and start out to wonder how I can approximate accurately when I haven't worn a watch except for high solar day since I stopped punching the factory clock as a wage slave eight years ago. I close the window to blowhole 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 horrendous lot better now, thanks for holding me end dark I really was feeling low, yesterday lunchtime I was looking forward to a weekend away with my fellow, and it all went wrong, why can't something go aright for me ? I'm XX five and never had a weekend away with a bloke I'm not ugly or smelly, am I ? Why can't I find a decent boyfriend and keep him for a patch ?
"That's an dire lot of questions for this early in the morning ; do you fancy getting up having a tea and then talking, or coming here and let me retain you for another hour or two ? She looks at me as though I had a screw loose, then smile and says,
"You come back down where you were and hold me."I finish my fitful slip into my bag and turn over to take her, I am surprised to obtain 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 feels sooo nice, it makes me think of times past, just holding in friendly relationship, us against the world -well our little bit of it.

When I was in my late teens I always seemed to be taking the part of emotional advisor to any one of half a 12 13 to 15 year old girls, who shared a hobby with my brother and me, by their tally I was old enough to know, but too old to be interested in them as girlfriend, so I was trusted with a lot of material that they couldn't or wouldn't tell their parents.

Now I had the same trusted feeling, this could suit addictive. My eye are very heavy again ; this is so unlike me as I am normally up with the lark, prison term for another trip away with the fairy ... ..

... .The faery have abandoned me in a nice warm haven, my paw 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 look me,"Why are you so goodness to me ?"
"Why are you so full-of-the-moon of questions in the morning, do you drop all night thinking them up ?"
"Why do you respond a question with a head ?"
"It's a defensive measure mechanism, it gives me prison term to try and produce sense of a nonsense interrogative sentence. I don't think I am being skilful to you in finicky ; I may be being good to individual who deserves it. So to answer your question with yet another, how do you define ‘ being good'in your situation ? And how do you work out out what you deserve ? Finally, are you fix for a brew and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


Here ends part one, component part two will abide by very soon - provided I can get this posted ! ! ! ! !