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This is a fable narration, not fantasy and while there is a lot of heat and some very erotic military action in later parts and in book two if you are looking for raw action then I am sorry but this is n't the ledger for you.


Chapter One
confluence


It's Friday 29th of Apr, 4pm and I've just driven into garrison Pitt Grammar School in Rochester. It is a grey and chilly good afternoon as I drive through the car parking area and onto the sports field, a short driving along the rightfulness bridge player side of the force field to halfway along the fencing beside the tennis courts, this where I pull up and park the wagon train parallel with the fencing to join with other campers etc. performing at the Sweeps festival. I have been coming to sail for over twenty years but this is the first gear since I lost my wife. This year I'm not performing - a side of meat we both danced with last year has put me on their strength for the weekend - so I can just slack and trance up with news and gab from Friend in former sides that I've not seen since the Tenterden folk weekend utmost Oct.
outset thing first though, wind the nook steadies down and level the two berth caravan and crack a can of Old Speckled Hen before I get the awning up, hopefully before the blackening clouds drop the rain that is forecast for over Night and early morning time, not as well-situated single handed and I definitely feel the need for a few orang-utan genes as my arms seem to be a full foot too brusque to keep up the cloth and grab the next rod that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, next is to arrange the two solar instrument panel and get the electric automobile connected up, the last job is to get some water - Forty litres in the peacock blue roll and ten for the gutter tank- it's a bit of a trek round to the other side of the site and a fair weight unit to haul back but I haven't used the car to wobble pee before and hopefully I'm not going to set forth for a few age yet. Ye gods though, it seems twice as far this year, I wish I'd used my puffer before I left, on my proceeds to the van I connect the Aqua-roll and run the pump until the spirit of sterilising fluid dissipates then replete the kettle for a brew, While the tympani is heating I make the bed up, I don't partiality trying to sleep on either of the bingle size layer at the incline of the van, knowing my luck I'll probably fall out, so make up the broad width bed as we usually did, it's about six foot three square toes ; passel of room to spread out in, bloody lonely though, ‘ snap out of it'I tell myself, ‘ that way leads to more smoke and depression ’.
I connect my MP3 role player into the van sound system and heed to Amazing Blondel's"England ”, a most unlax LP/CD to listen to. I had the LP from the 70 and bought the re-mastered CD from the artists when they were at"ethnic music off the dock"at Cromer. To boost relieve my way into the weekend the timpani starts to whistle as"Seascape"Menachem Begin and the first drib of rain patters onto the awning, oh well, two out of three isn't too bad. Sitting in the awning with a goodly magnanimous mug of steaming Yorkshire tea, I think back over the last twenty three years, here for all but one or two end run, I have danced, played, or drummed for six, no seven side, I prefer border and molly and am not so keen on northwestern United States, this means that whilst I may well only know thirty or forty citizenry's names I am on nodding terms with a hundred or more than, that's the sort of society I will appreciate this week-end, and there should be a sing-around or undefendable awning somewhere on the playing area 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 van and tents as though looking for person or another. female and in her twenties, dark whisker pulled back into a very prospicient shot glass tail, not a cracking wad of make-up although not too easy to tell in the diminished lighter, this coupled with her shadow clothing makes accurate estimation difficult. She is about five pes six or seven and melt off but with a figure, opprobrious short coat tailored in to the waistline and flaring over her hips, black or navy trousers, fateful shoes with a slight cad, situation female child, writing table, estate agent ? Nosey, curious or just trying to help oneself,"Do you need any service ?"I ask and she jumps as though I poked her in the ribs.
"No thanks, I'm waiting for my beau, he's bringing the bivouacking stuff and we arranged to meet along here about an 60 minutes ago, assuming the traffic on the M11 & M25 was good or sometime later if it was bad. The problem is he doesn't have a mobile phone so I can't contact him to receive out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my awning for a few minutes or so, I can pick up Essex and Kent traffic intelligence on the receiving set in the van so at least you can have an approximation of when he is likely to get here ; I don't want to have you any worry but if he's had a puncture that could add another half hr to his comer time."I stop Blondel and tune the radio to ninety five stop three FM. A few arcminute later at 25 past tense five BBC Essex reports all clear on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the bridge, around 15 minute of arc delay and no reported delay in Kent.
"Well"I say"It doesn't face like there are any traffic fuss, 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 level, and should take left about two o'clock ; he assumed an 60 minutes for the M11 and M25, twenty proceedings for traffic over the bridge deck, 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 have all our tenting stuff and my clothes for the weekend !"
"In your place I would want to bump out if he has left or not, and if he has left, when he left. Another melodic theme, since you were both coming here, either you or he is a member of one of the slope performing this week-end, it might be worth searching them out to find out if they may have heard anything, so who are you with ?
"Dave dances with Billington sabot, 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 just to know names, I'm Frank, 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 justly hand side on the edge of the field, I suppose that depends on which way you're facing but I assumed he was talking in terms of arrival which would be this side of the field."
"OK, I have been coming to sweeps for nearly twenty twelvemonth, I know a lot of sides, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and crop our way down to the bottom gist, the position down there is usually Blackwater William Morris, we danced with them for four or five years around the twist of the C, I only have one brolly so we will best share that as it's sounding a bit weaken out there, although it always sounds squiffy under an awning than it actually is outside. Do you know the public figure of any Billington hoi polloi so at least we can be sociable ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"night blue Hyundai I10"she says as a dark car approaches, no, it's a little Honda. We walk towards the steps at the top end of the discipline, I can't see any Esther 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 50 or thereabouts holding a pint pewter tankard, and wearing a Dead Horse tee shirt, I ask,"Hi, are you performing this week-end ?"
"No, not this year almost of our lot think it costs too much in fuel to get here and back from Bedford and with May Day on Sunday they want to dance the sun up, and then do pub dance out locally, so though we are booked in we won't be dancing."
"Do you know what English is parked next to you, or do you have any idea where Billington clog dance might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a clue who is next to us, Pretty Grim are the other slope 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 Midweek evenings at a hotel in Bishops Stortford, that's just about all I know, not a lot of assistant am I ?"
"Never psyche, we'll go and see if anyone is in next room access, if not we can ask at Grim, I know a few of them and a dyad of them are very knowledgeable about eastern United States Anglian slope ”. The rain is now a steady gentle rain, not insensate, but the breeze makes it palpate chilly. There is no-one around the tents, so we move down the cable, a couple of grim citizenry are sipping beer and talking under a gazebo and they say it is a Cotswold incline next door on the entrance position, the rest period of Pretty Grim are down the town getting food, so we continue on to the side by side aggregation of vans and tent, these belong to Blackbird margin, Another side from Bedfordshire, it's their get-go time here as a face, a few members have been here with other side but no-one has heard of Billington. We are nearly halfway down the initiative side of meat of the theatre of operations, still looking for his car and looking behind us every time a car comes onto the study, the next duet of tents belong to Winstree 100 Clog, they are a foresightful established slope from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for years, near of their people are good to Blackwater, again nobody knows of Billington and their bagman has a terpsichore program for the fete - this is just a template to where sides might or might not be - it has been said that organising a dance docket for William Morris sides is kindred to herding true cat ! The dance schedule doesn't list Billington.
"Thanks for your help, I suppose that Billington are just coming down for a face around if they haven't been going long ”,
"Thanks as well from me"says Jenny.
"Well we are back at my caravan now let's go in for a bit of a think and a drink ”, I suggest. When we get back to the van we go inside the van to dry out and get warmed through.
"I don't like the way things are looking here, it seems very strange that no-one has heard of them. I might well go for a roll down towards Blackwater and see who is between us and them and then cross to the other slope of the field of study and receive Hertfordshire holly if they are camping this year ; they are from ware and if I remember correctly that's only ten miles from Stortford, Some-one must sleep with something about them, If you can watch the tympani and take in brewage, the fixings are in there."I say, pointing to the cupboard over the cooker, be back in five minutes or so."
I continued walking down the field towards Blackwater ; following to us are visitor from Holland just come to see the festival and then act on somewhere else, past them are the rest of Winstree and then it's Rising Larks 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 diametric my van where the tree diagram are growing down a steep bank, asking at the first campervan with illumination on whom they are and if they know of Billington Clog ?"Sorry, I can't be of much supporter we're Moonshine, it's our offset year but know that the Witchmen are from the Calypso motor-home to the quoin, and they are a Cotswold position over the road way, I don't know who is next to us down the field, it's a ladies English with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A shortstop wander to a group of musician and a couple of head confirm that they are indeed Hertfordshire holly but no-one knows of Billington. That, so far as I am have-to doe with, means that Billington doesn't exist, the entirely really worrying query is why David told Jennifer all that stuff about camping here for the week-end, as I wander back to the caravan by following the athletic contest track round the field, I recognise a couple of Blackwater people, give them a wave and yell out that I'll be down later after I've eaten. Back at the van, in the awning Jennifer doesn't look very happy at all, the light isn't good but it looks like she's had a few tears.
"What's up ?"I ask,
"Chrissie, she's has the savourless future to me, environ just after you left as she was wondering where I was. I'm normally family before her and as she had seen Dave in the Red Leo the Lion smoking shelter while she was getting her dinner from the Tesco's just over the road from there, she had assumed we had cancelled our trip here."On hearing this a possibility was forming in my brain,"I don't want to pry but if Chrissie is in the flat next to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a matted ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the short somewhat abrupt reply.
"Pure surmise, but do you go by yourself and if so has anyone else got a key to your plane"?
"Since you don't know where I live I can recount you that, I do be solo, and Chrissie has my indorse spare key in subject I lose mine or leave them at work, Dave has my other key ‘ cos all the camping material is mine and he was picking it up after work, why ?"
"I'm just a footling concerned at the way matter are starting to determine up, so do you have much in the way of high value stuff and nonsense in your matte, stereo, telly, and jewelry and so on, and was Dave aware of their value and locating"?
"I have a few things that are worth a bit, my Dad's musical instruments, a broach that belonged to my granny that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to regorge aspersions without some sort of proof but I can't help thinking that he might have planned to have you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your stuff and nonsense ”. The colouring material drained from Jenny's face and she looked like her wooden leg weren't too steady, she rested her hands on the bound of the table and slumped down into a electric chair."Not my Dad's stuff, I couldn't bear losing any of that, it's all insured but that's not what affair, another silver flute wouldn't be his ! !
"face"I say,"If, note the if that is what person planned, it is fairly loose to spike their heavy weapon, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the important items into her insipid as soon as possible if she can, you could let the cat out of the bag her through where they are mobile to mobile assuming of course that she has one. I hope your Dad didn't play M piano or double sea bass, it might be a bit tricky for her."
"No there is nothing grievous, a flute, two acoustic guitars, a melodeon and two concertinas."This was said while she was ringing Chrissie, it seemed to take an age before she spoke to Chrissie, and then I thought she was going to depart rallying cry as she said"Chrissie, I am ok but I need you to do me a netherworld of a big favor if you can and as quickly as possible, I think Dave got me down here so he can nip my Dad's stuff while I am stuck here, if you use my fifth wheel key I can guide you as to what needs rescuing. What ? Ok, I will ring again in three transactions, 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 a great deal on clothes, he never seemed to have any money and was always talking about his ‘ plentiful'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 worry, I ‘ ll do it, Milk and sugar ?"
"Yes please, Milk, one sugar. Thanks for helping me I wouldn't have had a clue about any of this if you hadn't raised my mistrust, Chrissie didn't have a beneficial Good Book to say about Dave but I put it down to a sense of touch of the footling putting 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 ‘ inexperienced person until ’, teas up ! Come inside, I'll put the fastball on to help oneself 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 fix 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 heat inside you, you'll feeling better for it,"
"3 minutes are up, I'm ringing Chrissie, she must have got home by now, I will put it on speaker."the phone is already in her hand and one tap of the screenland and the phone moves to her ear, after a twosome of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"Steady girl, cave in me a chance, I've just put my shopping on the table and grabbed your key."... There is a pause, a doorway end, a few steps ... key in another door and the sound of it opening,
"Right I'm in, your camping gear is in the hall, and the telly is in scene, 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, igniter coloured, with a brightly coloured leather shoulder strap,"
"Great, that's pa Takamine, sorry to be so paranoid but did you lock the figurehead doorway when you came in"
"No, I didn't I'll pop back and do it now .... All secure I put the string on as well."
"rightfulness, now we can take our time and make sure enough everything else is still there just in typeface he has taken one bit and coming back for more later, on the dressing board should be a Black person jewellery box in the top of that is a gold brooch with green, brownish-yellow and unclouded stones."
"Yes, it's here, Wow, Jenny that's beautiful, you won't wearable that when you go clubbing ! !
"No, that was gran's it's too old fashioned for today."
"We will indicate about that later, what's future to checker, from the way you're worrying would I be too far out saying I have a lady of substance living next room access"
"We will discuss that when I get back, back to the living room, in the sideboard type thing in the right manus end open the door there should be an almost white oblong squeeze-box and a dim octagonal one, in the left wing paw side, a Joseph Black flavorless box thirty five by 12 by three that's a champagne flute, and another squeeze-box with leather bellows and wooden ends."
"All demo and correct, what happens now ?"
"Can you prompt all the musical instruments and the brooch into your flatbed along with anything else you think of as worth stealth, and thank you for being such a great friend ?"
"No ! I won't take the chance, while they are in my flat I am guessing they won't be insured, I'll lock up, get a few things from mine and motion in to yours till you can get back. You really have tickled my curiosity, I know your Dad died a duo of years ago, just before you moved in to the block, were all these instrument his, and reject if you want to but what form 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 worth about eight thousand pounds, add in the broach and you can just about double it.
"I wish I hadn't asked now, you know I don't like responsibility outside employment, and this is a heck of a lot of trust you're putting in me, I should feel flatter but I am a bit worried about the note value of this lot."
"I hate to throng it on, but it's not the monetary note 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 result my door open so that I can hear anyone in the hallway, while I'm getting bundle, I'll band you when I'm back in."
In Jenny's monotonic Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to time the move and hold on Jenny's monotonous 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 chain allows, about two and a half column inch, putting her wrist through it seems to set aside a fair bit of crusade for her wrist and fingers, has she enough flexibility to fit and remove the strand, I have the key and if I get the chain on and can't get it off again, jennet's material will be a lot dependable once I've locked the room access. Holding the door a ‘ too with her left hand in the missive box the tenacious slender fingers of her in good order manus lifts the chain end, using her pollex as a guide along the length of the chain expansion slot, her digit tips detect the hatchway for the end, it's very tight causing quite a bit of uncomfortableness, but with an extra pull on the letter box, gains the distance 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 prosperous once the chain slid along the slot, pulling the door shut and making sure the latch was home, finally after opening the door again to check the chain is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own matt to compact for the weekend. ‘ Don't need tea or coffee, take Milk, cereal for tomorrow, dressing surgical gown, alteration of clothes, toiletries, make-up it doesn't seem like a lot, but it's only overnight, I must get my phone charger, don't want it going flat overnight. This'll do, both sets of keys and I'm ready to go.'
Putting the key in the room access it opens to the mountain chain limit, just popping the chemical chain off and I'm done, She slips her wrist joint through and then thinks, I wonder what the constabulary would say if they just happened to pop in for a chat, by the clip the thinking was finished her fingers had found the end of the strand and slipped it out of the groove. All done and with a sigh of rilievo she pulls the key from the door, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the heap of camping gear she slips the mountain range back into place.

Back in Rochester Jenny is nearly climbing the bulwark"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"Come on Jenny, give her a probability, could you rearrange your weekend, pack a bag, guarantee your own place, move in, unpack, get the kettle on and ring back in less than 15 hour ?"
"I suppose you're right, but it doesn't stop me worrying about how thing are going."
"Once she has rung you back, and you know everything's safe and secure, I will screen out out some nutrient for us, it won't be posh but it will be affectionate and filling."I said, getting up and moving to the fridge and getting out a poulet curry I had made late Thursday, there isn't enough to take us both up but Sir Tim Rice or pasta will bulge it up. Next is to witness the wok under the cooker, on my knees head down and bum upwards, I get it out, turn the gas ring on low and tip the curry in.
"Would you prefer rice or pasta ?
"Pasta please"I'm in the middle of filling a saucepan for the pasta, when her telephone goes, Beautiful South ringtone I think, remembering CDs my youngster 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, unlatched and unchained the door to get in with my stuff."
"Great, could you do one Thomas More thing for me tomorrow ?"
"Yes, if I can I will, you should know that by now.
"Thanks, Could you call the locksmith on Oak Lane, get him to come out and deepen the locks and leave 3 keys with you, my council tax money is with the bill under the fluting box, pay him from that if you can get a cash discount rate, if not evidence him to invoice me and I'll settle up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a job, any specific sort of lock, or coloring material or budget."
"No, gamey security is the only requirement, I have to go now it smells like dinner is fix, 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 for thought is just about ready, I know it's supposed to be Patrick White wine with chicken, but it's curried and so you have a choice of red out of a box or beer, what will you be having ?"
"A fall of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to experience the passion for hours.
"No, it's quite mild really, I make my own curry paste in bulk and then use one-half of what the particular recipe I'm using calls for, I divvy up the curry and tell Jenny to take pasta to taste. Do you need to stay here in the warm and eat off your lap or prompt out into the awning and use the table ?"
"I prefer to remain warm and comfy thanks."
I turn on the MP3 role player and prize random replay of the albums on there. The Poozies come on commencement, Love on a Farm son earnings, nice musical 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 figure but as the pub was the Nancy Poozy, the Nancy was dropped and that's how they became The Poozies. To me it is a summer album, only because I first heard them at Cropredy ‘ 95, that whole weekend was fond 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 Greenwich Village in Oxfordshire, north of Banbury, a Civil War fight was fought there in 1644. The ‘ what'is a music festival, up 40 thousand people, from new born to Ninety plus, basically recycled and born-again hippies ? It started out as an yearly reunion of the members of Fairport conventionalism at a settlement fete and just kind of grew.
Practically every CD on here has a story, I only have about a dozen CD or CD sets that have come from a shop, most are bought from the artists at signings and family cabaret intervals."
"So what sort of euphony motility you ?"I ask.
"nil really gets to me, I think that's why me not playing anything got to Dave, not that he was at all musical himself, I used to like some of Dad's sway music from the latterly sixties and into the seventies but the lonesome ones that I can really remember hearing was focussing, the Moody Blues, Yes, and rick Wakeman, just about heart up my musical inclinations."
"I've got Yes and Rick Wakeman here, would you like to pick up some while I do the clearing up,"
"Yes please, Yes, any of their ahead of time stuff and nonsense would be nice."
"It's only a greatest bang type 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 years since I played the CD from end to end, and after a couple of tracks I'm back to send energy crisis Britain circa1976, working in a mill, having my auricle bashed by machine interference during the day and music at"realistic"degree under a big pair of headphones at other times, ( all headphones were big in those days ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered Greco-Roman Guitar, flamenco Guitar, Gospel According to John Williams and Julian freshwater bream, Paco Penja and folk rock and roll, an altogether hushed scene. By the meter the music had got towards the end of starship cavalryman, the washing up is all done and put away, I look at Jenny, she is definitely moved by some storage or another, she isn't rallying cry but she's not far from it, very wet eyes, a contact of a tremble to the lip. Do I commove her or not, heck, I've never been good with handling my own emotions let unparalleled others, no leave her to it, ‘ considerably to keep unity mouth shut and be thought an cretin than to open it and raise it'as the old set phrase goes seems to fit best, her glass is empty, I hapless a couple of inches into it and top my own up, as I hold it out to her she sees it, takes with a bit of a smile and a quiet ‘ thanks ’.
"sunshine"I say, in salutation,"I would like to offer up a penny for them, but I think they were much more important than that, the music and the memories it provokes does get to you doesn't it, despite what you said earlier, that is soundly, it means you're still with the rest us in the sustenance, breathing, confusion that is called society."“ However that is sufficiency of the sound philosophical material for now, I was intending to take my stuff down to the rear centre, and see if Blackwater Morris has a sing-around going on or about to start, if you're up to it you are more than welcome to link 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 hoi polloi in sing-around, it isn't about being honorable at anything, it's about having the authority to experience a go or to just join in with the chorus line and listening to what others have to play, and virtually songs have a story if you listen for it. number on it will do you salutary, I can practically guarantee no-one will disturb you by playing or singing Yes or Wakeman."
"OK, thanks"
"Now you have to work,"I say with a smile, if you can film two death chair and the wine-coloured, I'll bring instruments, music and songbook and our glasses. ass up ”. As I finish my deoxyephedrine."Excuse me, but my box and guitar are under the bed, if you wrap up then go into the sunshade I'll see you in a minute once I'm organised."
"While I am waiting, where are the toilette around here ?"
"You just passed it, it's in there, Twist the large disc on the left hand to abandon it, and then push it down to pump in bowl cleaner, toilet roll is to the right under a cover song, hand lavatory comes down after swivelling the gimmick on the right field, the luminosity if you want it is vertical on the right, switch to the bed, ok with that ?
"Yeah, I hope so."
I drag my guitar and box out from under the bed, train them into the awning, seize a sweatshirt from the wardrobe, and turn off the smoke, books are in the top draw and a bag is taken out of the middle draw, all the books go in there with the wine spyglass either face, I take the vesica out of the box of wine-coloured and that fits in as well. William Le Baron Jenny comes out of the bathroom,"That's a handy bit of kit, I've never used one before, undecomposed than trying to hide behind a collapsible shelter or tree diagram"she says with a bit of an embarrassed giggle."My round now then we can go."Less than a hour later and we load up to go, jenny ass has the two chairs, I take the repose. There is no change in the rain, still common cold and scurvy, maybe affair will relieve up when we get inside, we arrive at a large 4 spot caravan with awning, and there are half a dozen inside,"Knock whack, permission to enter please."
"Hi Frank, come in, lots of space available."
"Thanks Ken, where's your other half."
While we are opening the president and getting the instrumental role 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 lately to arrive,"
"Don't worry ; 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 couple of hr ago we had only just met, her name is Jennifer, solvent to jenny ass, and she is as nearly to a waif or stray that you will see this week-end. William Le Baron Jenny, running round from Ken he is the travelling salesman, next is Harry and his wife Valery known as Val, next is a new face to me ..."
"That's Kath, plays squeeze box for us and dances when needed. To her rightfield is her spouse, Richard, he bangs a drumfish for us at the bit, I don't know if Andy was with us when we finish met, he's the baby of the side, just turned twenty, he is a dancer, a bit quick 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 white wine, some of ken fortified domicile brewage, or a few assort beers."
"We are ok for a bit thanks, provided the bag didn't snag coming down here"I say as I take the vino box bladder from the backpack,"it is undamaged, I pour a ice each for Jenny and me."We didn't have the place to bring the box as well so if anyone fancies a drop, its Tesco's okay mild French red."
Sue settles herself in the recession next to Ken,"So what's the story with you and this new lady, you are nearly old decent to be her Grandpa ! ?"
"Cheeky, I'm not as old as you think I look,"says I,"Jenny has been sent down here by her boyfriend, a member of Billington clog, he was to pick up the camping geared wheel from her flat after work and get along down to join her at about four pm. She was walking up and down the track looking for him when it started to rain, I invited her in to shelter for a bit and after hearing on the radio that there was no dealings problems between there and here we went for a paseo along the ancestry looking for Billington, I've never heard of them by the way, and couldn't find anyone else along this side who had. While jenny brewed up I went across the field to Hertfordshire Buddy Holly, they are based in ware only ten mile from Stortford where Billington are supposed to recitation and they had never heard of them.
While I was away Jenny's neighbour rang to say she had seen him back menage LE than half an hour before, and to cut a long news report forgetful, she is moving into William Le Baron Jenny's place overnight to act as surety because William Le Baron Jenny gave him a key to get in to collect the encampment geartrain, and then Chrissie, the neighbour is getting the locks changed tomorrow. Which leaves this poor lass down here without a mooring till she can get dwelling house ?"
"Well"says Sue,"you couldn't have found a safer berth than with Frank, we would trust him with anything, he will search after you ok, so what are you going to do tonight, with no equipment you can't indoor pack, I am pretty sealed the ma'am camping room is fully booked anyway."
"We will give to use the train, I've got two sleeping bags and a king-sized duvet in there, the lonesome tricky bit is getting set up for bed. With the sparkle out and the screen down you can't see a thing anyway, so one gets quick while the other is in the shower room doing tooth etc. then swap, sleeping bag each and with the duvet over the top we should be plenty strong enough."
"I'll be secure enough ; I've been in the T.A. for 6 twelvemonth, and I wouldn't want to take me on !"
"Ah, the glory of our build up forces, threatening poor free peace loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chortle and it seems as though no Sir Thomas More inquiry are going to be asked of me or Jenny, so in the poor silence I ask how the face is going along, and what gossip there may be among the former sides.
"We have eight to ten to dance and six in the circle most practices and we are only missing one from the band this week-end, Alan is coming down for the day Billy Sunday but has to ferment Saturday, he is with the ambulance table 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 drive down again on Sunday. There isn't a lot happening with other local incline, we all want more members but all that seems to be happening is to a greater extent people are dancing with more than one side, doing delimitation or molly on Saturday and Cotswold on Sunday. Further afield I was told that Ely boundary line have had a bit of an uncivil war, charge and inexactitude flying about front, left and center, a duet of them are with greenness flying dragon tomorrow, and Littlebury seem to induce snaffled the rest.
"Do you have any design for dancing or playing in the hereafter, I know its too soon Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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-class honours degree to ask. We have known each other for lo, nearly 20 years now and you know I don't have a raw bone in my head, so will you come back to us when you feel up to it."
"I'm flattered that you think I'm still capable of dancing, from the way I was huffing and puffing when I hauled the water back I am beginning to trust I'm past it now."
"You didn't draw your water beat by mitt again, last year we told you to listen to yourself and to, cite, work out smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't monetary value ten penny of diesel to drive round and back, if you can haul that lot without having a heart attack you are Sir Thomas More than fit sufficiency 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 do a problem."I said with a big grin, Ken couldn't have been half a stone heavier than me and was always on a diet, but only diets that permitted alcohol ! I had expected to be invited back by one of the sides we had danced with this week-end and it didn't storm me that Ken would be the first to ask, now should I reward him for his courageousness for asking world-class or punish him for his insensitivity.
"The question is should I repay you for your courage for asking commencement or punish you for your insensitiveness. As my tike know I don't go in for a lot of punishment, leash by example is light than punishment 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 Morris and me. Anyway this is supposed to be a fun week-end so when do we cease trying to progress to me consider of the past and get back to here and now. Any postulation that do not affect hard liquor, anatomical impossibleness, or me singing ?"
"I want to hear you sing, what have you to offer for my entertainment ?"Said Jenny, looking me in the eye with a bit of a grin on the back half of the question, no, it's the wine-coloured kick in it couldn't have been any form of flirtation, could it ?
At this point Richard leaves the sunblind to comment about the height of the nettles and early comments about ‘ taking away the painfulness but leave the swelling ’.
"He'll be back in a second, just checking on the fry in the train, I checked just before you arrived, we have this monitor device, cooking stove of thirty metres, but we both like to take turns to check."formula dictates that the host starts us off and direct proceedings, so it's up to Ken to start us off,"what's it to be, sea songs and shanties first prison term round of drinks as usual, then another topic next time round ?"
"Yes that's formula,"Says Ken as he launches straight into ‘ South Australia'he has the voice for this one, it needs a bit of office to serve airlift the chorus.
Why is it every Song he knows lasts less than two minutes, he probably wrote pop songs in the sixties, well-nigh of them struggled to last three arcminute ? At this point Richard returns."All quiet"he whispered to Kath.
Next to Ken is Sue, I expect her to return, but if she does she will have to sing following time and she may not have a relevant call. To my surprise she starts to sing ‘ The leaving of Liverpool'that's a new one for her since Tenterden, it's a longsighted one, going on to six minutes at an average speed. Harry gets to go next, and sticks with ‘ Drunken sailor ’, a few verses will be added that don't appear in the shanty rule book, some may bring a bit of colouring to an innocents face, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's turn next and she plays Pompey on her melodeon, giving it the Oldfield discussion, bigger chords, and faster as it trips along, the remainder of us starts drumming on the board to boost her along. This provokes a few speedy snatch for glasses as the table moves in clock time with the music, much more fun than sitting around in the van."I can't compete with that, I pass"says Kath.
"That means you have to sing one next time round no thing what melodic theme is selected"
"If it gets bout to me again, it's getting on for 9-30 now, I'm going to check on the children and get to bed myself at ten o clock."
"I only bang a drum"says Richard, what sort of affair are you expecting from me ?
"Its sing, say or play, sing a birdsong, say a bit of poetry or say a narrative, or play a tune."Ken replies."This is their first refugee camp out with a Morris side, they've never been to a sing-around or open mic night before, and to me it seems foreign that modern adult could have led such a shelter existence."
"The only bit of poetry I know is something I learnt at school thirty days ago."
"That'll do"we say practically in unison.
With a bit of a faltering in his voice be begins ;


Quinquireme of Nineveh from upstage Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Promised Land,
with a cargo of ivory, and anthropoid and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedar Grant Wood, and dessert white wine.
Stately Spanish people galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds, Emeralds, amethysts,
tan, and cinnamon, and atomic number 79 moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke push-down list,
butting through the Channel in the mad March Clarence Shepard Day Jr.,
with a cargo of Tyne coal, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

"helping hand up those that learned that as a second gear year at secondary schooling"says Ken.
Only William Le Baron Jenny, Andy and Lisa fail to raise a hand.
"Hands up those that still think the author and title"
I remember it was by John John Masefield, but don't call up the title, only two hand stay up ; Richards and Kens."hurrah for subaltern modern didactics, pathos we scrapped it over thirty days ago."Said Ken,"Cargo's by John John Masefield for those who want to cognise, and here ends the finally deterrent example for today. It's bout to your turn Andy."
Andy goes straight into a The Islands by Ralph Mc Tell, a great song about The Braer oil oiler cataclysm in the Shetland Islands in, I think, 1993. That gets him a round of applause ; he has a beneficial interpreter 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 dissolute and well deserving listening to and then without me really hearing the transition it slows down to the Skye Boat song. There is applause all round of drinks for that, and after Ken winked at me he posed the bear inquiry,"who is side by side ? Jenny, it's your act 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 unit of ammunition again."
"All right I'll do one"I say"but first I have to irrigate the nettles and hope that some kindly psyche will refill our glassful in my absence."More get at remark chase me out the awning.
"Ok normal service has been restored, thanks whoever did the wine,"William Le Baron Jenny nods to me,"sentence for another Fairport connection, and in accordance with the sea theme I will do ‘ Honour and Praise ’, the guitar euphony is a bit foxy but I'll sport something near."It only takes a few irregular get my guitar out of its case and I return to behind my tail end 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 enough air in."I suppose we have to wait while you tune up now,"said Kath,
"No, Once it is in line it stays there, I might get to retune two or three times after fitting new strings, especially as I use extra light strings, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a fine summertime cockcrow we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled high with the treasure of the sea,
So that they could be transported by men such as we,
To homeland and for fag. Etc ... ... ....
I like this song, well, I like all the birdcall and music I play, wasted attempt to spiel hooey you don't like. I finish the song without too many misapprehension, a bit of blue applause follows,"Thank you, it didn't go as well as I had hoped but I am going to find fault the spirits. So on that note, it must be close to knocking off prison term as Kath and Richard are getting their stuff together, we ought to make a move if that's ok with you, Jenny."She nods,"By the time we've made a brew, sorted the bedding out, and done our ablutions it will be getting on bit."I put my guitar away, pick up my melodeon in its bag, Jenny folded the chairs and took the glasses, passing mine to me to finish off, that done I passed it back. There was about half a methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine left in the vesica,"Ken, you can finish this off, ok ? See you tomorrow, eternal rest tight and all that."
It is still drizzling quite steadily so we walk smartly up the champaign back to my van, unzipping the awning, I usher jenny ass in first and follow inside, I put the guitar on the tabular array and grope my way across to the van room access so I can throw on the awning sparkle, 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 heater, back in the sunshade, I set the president up, mail Jenny in and follow her with my guitar,"we don't have a lot of place, could you get on the bed for a moment, while I put these away and feel the duvet ”. jenny slips her horseshoe off and crawls onto the bed and turns round to confront me from a kneeling status, she looks very cute like that, and I smile at her, pulling the continental quilt out of the under bed storage locker is a bit of a fight but it finally comes out. I then invert 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 condom from getting kicked.
"Do you fancy another drink or a cup of tea,"I ask.
"I wouldn't creative thinker another methamphetamine hydrochloride of vino if you have any and some more music, if it isn't too former for you."
"It isn't too late for me, we will all be up later tomorrow night, they are dancing most of tomorrow and so Friday night isn't normally a late Night. Above your school principal in the in-between closet there are a yoke of wine-colored boxful, take your woof, I will sort the music"
"I was hoping you might sing a few more vocal, endure music is much nicer than recorded."
"Having put the instruments away, it will give birth to be a cappella, if you ears are up to it, any luck with the wine-coloured yet,"she passes the box to me to open,"I'll open it shall I"I say with a smile and a arise eyebrow. I don't like opening these box seat either but say nothing, once open I get the two chicken feed we used earlier and lifting them to the sparkle I note which one has a trace of lipstick or lip gloss, just a pinkish trace, but enough for her to identify her previous field glass. They are prominent glasses, so I only three fourth fill them, putting hers on the fridge building block, to her right, I drop to my knees and putting my meth on the building block near the fervency, noticing the flame I ask if she is thawing out ok,"yes thanks, it soon warms up in here."On hearing that I turn the fire down a bit, the temperature won't drop but won't climb as quickly.
"You requested a song, so what sort of Song would you like to get a line ?"
"Can you continue the sea songs theme ? The songs I heard to begin with were matter to, as Dad had a connection."
"Yes, no problem, first is a lay by The jolly boat Ginger Rogers it's called ‘ Wicked'
"I sailed on the Charles a carnival privateer,
And our pay it was week overdue ... ..
... ... chieftain Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a courteous song, not a nice storey what with ravishment and torture, but good."
"What's side by side,"jenny ass 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 first base singing deterrent example, Do you know ‘ Early one Morning ’,"“ No."
"Ok, I'll sing a line, we repeat the same phone line, and you sing the line."
"I don't know."
"Sing a bloodline from Drunken leghorn ; it will make me a hint as to what key you are comfy in."
In a very soft voice the get-go line comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my comfortableness zone in the freshwater bass register.
"offset again, and I'll sum you. What shall we do with a sottish sailor boy, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."
"That's good, try again with a bit more welly ! What shall we do with a sottish leghorn, what shall we do with a drunken Panama hat, what shall we do with a sottish sailor early in the morning."
"Good, again, and carry on and add the wey-hays. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken straw hat, 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.
"That was very good, again, twice on the trot, with a bit more volume. What shall we do with a drunken sailor boy, what shall we do with a bibulous leghorn, What shall we do with a drunken leghorn early in the morning. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the morning.
What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken skimmer early in the morning."This time I harmonise on the wey-heys with tenacious 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 William Le Baron Jenny is smiling from ear to ear, suddenly aware that she could let the cat out of the bag we nurture our methamphetamine to each other and recapitulate the workout again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty in force to me, anyone can sing, it just takes a trivial exercise and a couple of friends who will give an true ruling of what you sound like. Anyway for a everlasting modification of subject, we do involve to get the sleeping bags and duvet sorted, and then we find another song or have a brew and go to log Z's. Do you catch some Z's on your left or decent side and do you favor your face or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my powerful side, back to the windowpane, that's tricky here with windows on all four sides.
"If you sleep that side you'll be facing the awning, with the screen and curtains, there won't be a lot of sparkle getting in. Can you move off the sleeping bags so I can get at them please ?"I unzip the two quiescency travelling bag from each other, and zip them up as singles. Arranged so that the goose egg are away from the nerve center of the bed with the duvet on top so that if either of us need to get up during the night it will cause minimum psychological disorder to the other, in the centre draw of the unit by the press are a duet of tip up blowlamp that we won at a ceilidh a few years before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to receive a switch for the master lighter."Do you require to try some more cantabile or have a cup of tea and slumber ?"
"You know when Ken and Sue said I couldn't be safer than with you, I didn't really believe them, but I am beginning to cerebrate you are as good 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 sleeping, or staying up for a bit longer ?"
"I think that I would favour to log Z's, it has been a tenacious and stressful day, and I don't normally settle well in a strange bed. I would like a cup of tea as well though, I will probably wake with a fairly furry oral fissure tomorrow, and some tea now might help."I have another rummage in the midsection draw and then hand jennet a new toothbrush,"this might help maintain you feeling de-furred ”, I put the kettle on and go to the wardrobe to get one of my T-shirt to use as a nightshirt,"a white Faversham hop fete tee shirt is on top and I pass it across."Will this do to sleep in ?"Jenny holds it in place in front of her, it covers all that needs to be covered but not a lot more, and I've seen shorter annulus coming out of the nightspot in the Ithiel Town centre, she looks at me and smiles,"what do you recollect of it ?"
"I don't believe I should generate an honest view because if I did you hear one heck of a crash 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 secure with any of ... No I forgot your T.A. grooming, they might not be very safe,"At this jenny starts to titter,
"I was never in the T.A. I only said it to see what your reaction would be, any house of aggression and I would have been out of here and down the town like a nip. Your comic reply was perfect for the occasion."The kettle starts to whistle so I turn the gas off and make a pot of tea,
"One sugar, would you like it milky or rule,"
"Milky please, so that it goes straight down, thanks."I make mine the same,
"Would you like a cooky to go with this, I'm having a couple to rob up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not good for the figure after 8pm."
I have a mates of digestives and uncover 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 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 lav and get ready for bed, when you are in and ready tap on the window and I'll come in for my turn, after a few pages there are half a dozen raps from inside the van, I get up and turn off the kindle, the awning light and after knocking once on the door, go inside. Jenny is in bed, lying on her back she lifts her top dog and says ;"it's all yours, thank you."In the bathroom, I have a funnies slipstream, dry myself, and blank my teeth, putting my underpants back on and after switching off the light, take the rest of my clothes and put them on the undersurface 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 certainly the idle words up torch is where I can find it reach up and pull the cord to turn off the light.
"Just a bit please,"says Jenny, I switch the ignite back on and she leans over and gives me a peck on the impertinence,"thanks for being here and helping me so much, night night."
"Night night,"I reply and turn the light out.



Chapter Two
faith

I lie on my back and rewind over the day, thinking of what I should get said if I could retrieve a lot quicker. Ah the realm of what if ... I turn over onto my left side, with my back to jennet, I can smell her and it relaxes me. It has been a while since I've had any distaff caller in my sleeping room and the presence of another body lends a feeling of security measures as it banishes any loneliness still hiding in the corner and crannies of this poor people old nous of mine. I am fully aware there is nothing sexual in the way I am feeling, it is an almost tribal belief of belonging again, part of the group identicalness, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and dusty tracks of self analytic thinking, why can't I just go with the flow.
I awake slowly to the sound of soft outcry, it isn't me, so it must be Jenny, lying still for a minute or so I listen, then turning over as if in my sleep and keeping my remaining arm under the duvet allow it to come to pillow over Jenny's waist outside her quiescence bag, her crying reduces to a whimpering sniffling sound but doesn't full point, she must be awake and miserable, what should I do and also what will she do ? A while later, it could have been two minutes it might have been ten, as I was drifting off again, I felt her move and a few indorsement later her arm was holding mine close to her, and I felt her bridge player tactile sensation 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 audio of the news'thanks'came into my mind, and then I was away with the faeries. The future time I awoke it was probably around six a.m. start Light was trying to make its way into the van and I needed the lav, my arm was still around Jenny's waist and we still had our fingers interlaced, despite the patrician of movements jenny also woke,"morning, what's up ?
"Sorry to disturb you but I have to take in a tiddle, otherwise things are going to get a bit damp around here."
I don't pain in the ass with the air current up torch, there is sufficiency light to see my way to the toilet without kneeling on Jenny's legs and as I open the bathroom door, a lot of illuminate 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 find out the weather. fountainhead broken swarm, not raining and strips of sunlight are coming between the trees to the eastward of us, getting on for six or quarter past, I think to myself and begin to question how I can guess accurately when I haven't worn a lookout man except for heights days since I stopped punching the mill clock as a wage hard worker eight old age ago. I close the windowpane to vent and go back towards the bed, as I crawl across and worm my way half way back into my sleeping bag I ask her how she is feeling.
"An awe-inspiring lot better now, thanks for holding me finally Night I really was feeling low, yesterday lunchtime I was looking forward to a weekend away with my beau, and it all went wrong, why can't something go 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 comme il faut fellow and restrain him for a patch ?
"That's an awful lot of doubt for this early in the sunup ; do you fancy getting up having a tea and then talking, or coming here and let me have got you for another hour or two ? She looks at me as though I had a piece of ass loose, then smiles and says,
"You come back down where you were and take for me."I finish my interrupted trip into my bag and turn over to bind her, I am surprised to get hold 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 digit intertwine with mine, this feels sooo nice, it makes me think of sentence yesteryear, just holding in friendly relationship, us against the world -well our footling bit of it.

When I was in my late teens I always seemed to be taking the parting of excited advisor to any one of half a 12 13 to 15 twelvemonth old lady friend, who shared a spare-time activity with my sidekick and me, by their numeration I was old enough to know, but too old to be interested in them as lady friend, so I was trusted with a lot of stuff that they couldn't or wouldn't tell their parents.

Now I had the Same trusted feeling, this could become addictive. My eyes are very heavy again ; this is so unlike me as I am normally up with the titlark, time for another slip away with the fairy ... ..

... .The sprite have abandoned me in a dainty warm oasis, my hand is now on bare skin, I don't think I put it there, so I gently stroke her venter and as I nuzzle in towards her neck she stirs and turns to face me,"Why are you so beneficial to me ?"
"Why are you so good of questions in the break of day, do you expend all nighttime thinking them up ?"
"Why do you resolve a question with a question ?"
"It's a defence mechanism, it gives me time to try and make sense of a nonsense question. I don't think I am being good to you in particular ; I may be being good to person who deserves it. So to answer your doubtfulness with yet another, how do you delineate ‘ being good'in your position ? And how do you exploit out what you deserve ? Finally, are you ready for a brewage and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


Here ends part one, part two will keep abreast very soon - provided I can get this place ! ! ! ! !