All characters are fictitious, If a character figure is used in connection with a side, it's just co-incidence if that given name belongs in that face. Insofar as Song dynasty lyrics being included I don't know the legalities or etiquette involved, I have given the gap few and last few lines if that is all that is needed or the vocal in full if the text needs it and credit to the source in either case, traditional songs are treated the same but credited as Traditional.

This is a fabrication tarradiddle, not fancy and while there is a lot of mania and some very erotic action in ulterior parts and in book two if you are looking for raw action at law then I am sorry but this is n't the book for you.


Chapter One
Meeting


It's Friday 29th of April, 4pm and I've just driven into Fort George Pitt Grammar School in Rochester. It is a Charles Grey and chilly afternoon as I drive through the car car park and onto the fun field, a unforesightful drive along the right hand slope of the theater of operations to halfway along the fencing beside the lawn tennis court of law, this where I pull up and park the caravan analog with the fence to join with former campers etc. performing at the Sweeps festival. I have been coming to broom for over twenty days but this is the initiative since I lost my wife. This yr I'm not performing - a side we both danced with finish year has put me on their military strength for the weekend - so I can just relax and catch up with news and gossip from Quaker in other sides that I've not seen since the Tenterden folk weekend last October.
start things first though, wind the corner steadies down and charge the two bunk train and crack a can of Old Speckled Hen before I get the awning up, hopefully before the darkening clouds drop the rain that is forecast for over dark and early morning, not as easy unity handed and I definitely feel the penury for a few orang-utan factor as my arms seem to be a good foot too suddenly to hold up the material and grab the next magnetic pole that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, succeeding is to arrange the two solar panels and get the electrics connected up, the last job is to get some urine - forty litres in the aqua bankroll and ten for the toilet tank- it's a bit of a trek round of golf to the other side of the site and a bonny weight to haul back but I haven't used the car to shift piss before and hopefully I'm not going to protrude for a few eld yet. Ye gods though, it seems twice as far this twelvemonth, I wish I'd used my puffer before I left, on my rejoinder to the caravan I connect the Aqua-roll and run the pump until the smell of sterilising fluid dissipates then fill the kettle hole for a brew, While the kettle is heating I make the bed up, I don't fancy trying to catch some Z's on either of the single size beds at the sides of the van, knowing my luck I'll probably crepuscle out, so nominate up the full-of-the-moon width bed as we usually did, it's about six foot three public square ; Lot of room to spread out in, bloody lonely though, ‘ snap out of it'I tell myself, ‘ that way leads to more weeds and depressive disorder ’.
I connect my MP3 player into the van sound system and listen to Amazing Blondel's"England ”, a most reposeful LP/CD to listen to. I had the LP from the seventies and bought the re-mastered CD from the artists when they were at"folk music off the pier"at Cromer. To further ease my way into the weekend the timpani starts to whistle as"seascape"Menachem Begin and the first dip of rain patter onto the awning, oh well, two out of three isn't too bad. Sitting in the awning with a goodly heavy mug of steaming Yorkshire tea, I think back over the hold up XX three yr, here for all but one or two Sweeps, I have danced, played, or drummed for six, no seven sides, I prefer molding and molly and am not so keen on northwest, this means that whilst I may well only know thirty or forty people's names I am on nodding condition with a hundred or more, that's the sorting 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 insure and see individual walking slowly along the row of vans and collapsible shelter as though looking for person or another. female and in her twenty dollar bill, dark hairsbreadth pulled back into a very long pony can, not a expectant batch of makeup although not too easy to tell in the belittled light, this coupled with her dark-skinned clothing makes exact estimates difficult. She is about five foot six or seven and slim but with a physique, black short circuit coat tailored in to the shank and flaring over her hips, black or navy trousers, bleak shoe with a slight heel, position girl, secretary, estate agent ? Nosey, singular or just trying to assist,"Do you need any help ?"I ask and she jumps as though I poked her in the ribs.
"No thanks, I'm waiting for my beau, he's bringing the camping material and we arranged to cope with 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 roving earphone so I can't contact him to retrieve out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my sunshade for a few minutes or so, I can pick up Essex and Kent dealings news on the radio set in the van so at to the lowest degree you can have an theme 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 hour to his arriver time."I stop Blondel and tune the radiocommunication to ninety five level three FM. A few proceedings later at 25 past five BBC Essex reports all clear on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the bridge circuit, around 15 transactions hold and no reported holdup in Kent.
"fountainhead"I say"It doesn't feel 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 from my plane, and should give left about two o'clock ; he assumed an hour for the M11 and M25, twenty dollar bill minute of arc for dealings over the bridge, and another forty 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 bivouacking stuff and my apparel for the weekend !"
"In your shoes I would desire to find out if he has left or not, and if he has left, when he left. Another idea, since you were both coming here, either you or he is a extremity of one of the incline performing this week-end, it might be Charles Frederick Worth searching them out to find out if they may have heard anything, so who are you with ?
"Dave dancing with Billington geta, I, by the way am Jennifer, about people call me Jenny, and Dave was hoping that a week-end away with them would get me involved as well ”.
"It's unspoilt to know names, I'm Frank, so shall we see if we can discover Billington, I assume they are on this face of the airfield as that's where you were looking."
"Dave said they camped on the right 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 full term of arrival which would be this side of the field."
"OK, I have been coming to sweeps for nearly twenty geezerhood, I know a lot of sides, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and work our way down to the bottom kernel, the incline down there is usually Blackwater Morris, we danced with them for four or five days around the turn of the century, I only have one brolly so we will best share that as it's sounding a bit moistness out there, although it always sounds slopped under an sunblind than it actually is out of doors. Do you eff the names of any Billington people so at least we can be sociable ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"night dingy Hyundai I10"she says as a dark car approaches, no, it's a minuscule Honda. We walk towards the steps at the top end of the athletic field, I can't see any Morris kit at the motor home van parked at the end so after knocking on the room access, it is answered by a man in his L or thereabouts holding a dry pint pewter tankard, and wearing a short Horse T-shirt, I ask,"Hi, are you performing this week-end ?"
"No, not this year virtually of our lot think it costs too a good deal in fuel to get here and back from Bedford and with May Day on Sunday they want to trip the light fantastic toe the sun up, and then do pub trip the light fantastic out locally, so though we are booked in we won't be dancing."
"Do you know what position is parked next to you, or do you have any melodic theme where Billington patten might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a cue who is next to us, Pretty Grim are the other side of them both side of the roadway, But I can't say I've ever heard of Billington, where are they from ?"
"William Le Baron Jenny, this is one for you, do you know where they are based ?"
"They practice Midweek evenings at a hotel in Bishops Stortford, that's just about all I know, not a lot of help am I ?"
"Never idea, we'll go and see if anyone is in succeeding doorway, if not we can ask at Grim, I know a few of them and a match of them are very knowledgeable about east Anglian slope ”. The pelting is now a unbendable gentle rain, not cold, but the breeze makes it finger chilly. There is no-one around the tents, so we move down the telephone circuit, a couple of depressed people are sipping beer and talking under a gazebo and they say it is a Cotswold side next door on the entryway face, the quietus of Pretty Grim are down the town getting food for thought, so we continue on to the following collection of vans and collapsible shelter, these belong to ouzel Border, Another side of meat from Bedfordshire, it's their first time here as a side, a few members have been here with other sides but no-one has heard of Billington. We are nearly halfway down the initiative side of the field, still looking for his car and looking behind us every time a car comes onto the airfield, the following couple of tents belong to Winstree C Clog, they are a prospicient established side of meat from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for twelvemonth, about of their hoi polloi are skinny to Blackwater, again nobody knows of Billington and their travelling salesman has a dance program for the fete - this is just a guide to where position might or might not be - it has been said that organising a saltation schedule for Morris English is akin to herding cats ! The dance schedule doesn't tilt Billington.
"Thanks for your helper, I suppose that Billington are just coming down for a look 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 thing 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 sweep to the other incline of the field and bump Hertfordshire Holly if they are camping this year ; they are from Ware and if I remember aright that's only ten miles from Stortford, Some-one must know something about them, If you can watch over the kettledrum and give brewage, the mend are in there."I say, pointing to the cupboard over the cooker, be back in five second or so."
I continued walking down the field of view towards Blackwater ; next to us are visitant from Holland just come to see the festival and then displace on somewhere else, past them are the residuum of Winstree and then it's Rising meadowlark they are from north-east Essex, and they tell me that Harwich and Priory are between them and Blackwater, thanking them I head towards the side of the campsite diametrical my van where the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree are growing down a steep bank, asking at the first base campervan with luminosity on whom they are and if they know of Billington clog dance ?"Sorry, I can't be of often assistance we're Moonshine, it's our first year but know that the Witchmen are from the Calypso motor-home to the corner, and they are a Cotswold side over the route way, I don't know who is next to us down the playing area, it's a ladies slope with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A shortstop wander to a group of musician and a span 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 only really worry question is why St. 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 field, I recognise a couple of Blackwater the great unwashed, give them a moving ridge and shout out out that I'll be down later after I've eaten. Back at the van, in the awning Jennifer doesn't look very happy at all, the lightly 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 menage before her and as she had seen Dave in the Red Leo smoking shelter while she was getting her dinner party from the Tesco's just over the road from there, she had assumed we had cancelled our 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 next to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a flat ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the brusk somewhat abrupt reply.
"Pure guess, but do you live by yourself and if so has anyone else got a key to your flat"?
"Since you don't know where I live I can tell you that, I do exist solo, and Chrissie has my second part with key in case I lose mine or leave them at work, Dave has my other key ‘ cos all the camping stuff is mine and he was picking it up after work, why ?"
"I'm just a little concerned at the way thing are starting to influence up, so do you have much in the way of luxuriously value poppycock in your compressed, stereo, telly, and jewellery and so on, and was Dave aware of their value and fix"?
"I have a few things that are worth a bit, my Dad's musical instrument, a brooch that belonged to my gran that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to cast aspersions without some sort of proof but I can't supporter thinking that he might have planned to bear you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your hooey ”. The colour drained from Jenny's cheek and she looked like her ramification weren't too unfaltering, she rested her hands on the boundary of the table and slumped down into a chair."Not my Dad's clobber, I couldn't bear losing any of that, it's all insured but that's not what matters, another ash grey flute wouldn't be his ! !
"Look"I say,"If, note the if that is what someone planned, it is fairly well-situated to transfix their triggerman, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the important detail into her insipid as soon as possible if she can, you could talk her through where they are mobile to mobile assuming of course that she has one. I hope your Dad didn't play grand piano or double bass, it might be a bit slick 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 make an age before she spoke to Chrissie, and then I thought she was going to start up weeping as she said"Chrissie, I am ok but I need you to do me a hell of a big favour if you can and as quickly as possible, I think Dave got me down here so he can pilfer 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 minutes, I don't know why but the More I think about it the more I worry about how condom the rest of my things are, he was always asking about Dad's instruments and why I didn't play them and why I spent so much on dress, 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 make a brewage ?"
"Yes, sorry I forgot about it after Chrissie rang"
"Don't vexation, I ‘ ll do it, Milk and shekels ?"
"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 suspicions, Chrissie didn't have a good word to say about Dave but I put it down to a ghost of the picayune honey oil colossus, but as I said, thinking about it, it seems so obvious now."
"I'm not so certain it is obvious, but I don't know him, and I still abide by ‘ innocent until ’, teas up ! Come inside, I'll put the smoke 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 location may not own been the best to help her relax but she was looking strained,"Have a slurp of tea and get a bit of warmth inside you, you'll feel better for it,"
"Three second are up, I'm ringing Chrissie, she must possess got home by now, I will put it on speaker."the earphone is already in her handwriting and one tap of the screen and the earpiece movement to her ear, after a couple of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"Steady girl, Give me a chance, I've just put my shopping on the table and grabbed your key."... There is a pause, a door shutting, a few tone ... key in another doorway and the sound of it opening,
"right wing I'm in, your camping gear is in the hall, and the telly is in survey, as is the non-white guitar on the wall."
"OK ! That's Dad's Fylde, go into my bedroom, another guitar by the bed,"
"Yes, a big one, light coloured, with a brightly coloured leather strap,"
"Great, that's papa Takamine, sorry to be so paranoid but did you lock away the breast room access when you came in"
"No, I didn't I'll pop back and do it now .... All secure I put the chain on as well."
"Right, now we can take our time and puddle sure everything else is still there just in causa 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 golden brooch with green, yellow-brown and authorise stones."
"Yes, it's here, Wow, Jenny that's beautiful, you won't wearable that when you go clubbing ! !
"No, that was grandmother's it's too old fashioned for today."
"We will debate about that later, what's adjacent to train, from the way you're worrying would I be too far out saying I have a noblewoman of substance living next doorway"
"We will discuss that when I get back, back to the sustenance way, in the sideboard type thing in the proper hand end open the door there should be an almost white oblong squeeze-box and a Negroid octangular one, in the left hand English, a black flat box XXX five by dozen by three that's a fluting, and another squeeze-box with leather hollo and wooden ends."
"All present and castigate, what happens now ?"
"Can you move all the musical instruments and the broach into your flat along with anything else you think of as worth thieving, and thank you for being such a great friend ?"
"No ! I won't take the luck, while they are in my flat I am guessing they won't be insured, I'll lock chamber up, get a few thing from mine and move in to yours till you can get back. You really have tickled my curiosity, I know your Dad died a twosome of long time ago, just before you moved in to the stoppage, were all these instruments his, and refuse if you want to but what sort of note value will I be babysitting for the weekend."
"This goes no further, Chrissie, right."
"Of course, jenny ass, I'm just nosey, not a gossip."
"They were all pappa, and are Charles Frederick Worth about eight thousand hammering, add in the brooch and you can just about stunt woman 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 feel flattered but I am a bit worry about the value of this lot."
"I hate to pile it on, but it's not the monetary value that's important it's all sentimental."
"That's enough of that, I'm hanging up to get organised for my move, I will impart my door unresolved so that I can pick up anyone in the hallway, while I'm getting packed, I'll ringing you when I'm back in."
In jennet's mat Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to prison term the relocation and hold back Jenny's straight secure, ‘ if I can get my radiocarpal joint through the gap maybe I can get the chain on, but can I get it off, so I can get back in ?'She opens the threshold and checks the gap that the mountain chain allows, about two and a one-half inches, putting her wrist through it seems to take into account a fair bit of drive for her wrist and finger's breadth, has she enough tractableness to fit and remove the chain, I have the key and if I get the string on and can't get it off again, Jenny's material will be a lot good once I've locked the room access. Holding the door a ‘ too with her leftover hand in the alphabetic character box the long slenderize fingerbreadth of her right hand lifts the chain end, using her thumb as a templet along the duration of the chain one-armed bandit, her digit tips detect the porta for the end, it's very tight causing quite a bit of discomfort, but with an extra pull on the letter box, gains the distance for the end to pop into the slot.
Yeah ! That's part one done, she said to herself, getting her hand out was leisurely once the chain slid along the slot, pulling the door shut and making sure the door latch was home, finally after opening the door again to see the chain is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own flat to pile for the weekend. ‘ Don't need tea or burnt umber, carry Milk, cereal for tomorrow, dressing nightie, modification of clothes, toilet articles, composition it doesn't seem like a lot, but it's only overnight, I must get my phone courser, don't want it going flavourless overnight. This'll do, both sets of Key and I'm ready to go.'
Putting the key in the door it opens to the chain limit, just popping the chain off and I'm done, She slips her wrist through and then thinks, I wonder what the police would say if they just happened to pop in for a chat, by the time the sentiment was finished her digit had found the end of the chain of mountains and slipped it out of the epithelial duct. All done and with a sigh of relief she pulls the key from the door, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the heap of camping pitch she slips the chain of mountains back into place.

backrest in Rochester jennet is nearly climbing the rampart"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"seminal fluid on Jenny, give her a chance, could you rearrange your weekend, carry a bag, secure your own place, move in, unpack, get the boiler on and ring back in lupus erythematosus than 15 minutes ?"
"I suppose you're right, but it doesn't block me worrying about how things are going."
"Once she has rung you back, and you know everything's safe and stop up, I will sort out some food for us, it won't be posh but it will be fond and filling."I said, getting up and moving to the fridge and getting out a Gallus gallus curry I had made late Thursday, there isn't sufficiency to fill us both up but rice or alimentary paste will bulk it up. Next is to encounter the wok under the cooker, on my knees head down and backside upwards, I get it out, turn the gas ring on low and tip the curry in.
"Would you prefer Elmer Rice or pasta ?
"alimentary paste please"I'm in the middle of filling a saucepan for the alimentary paste, when her phone goes, Beautiful Dixieland ringtone I think, remembering CDs my nestling had in the past.
"Hi, Chrissie how did you get on, Is everything ok ?
"Yes, all sorted, I locked and chained your threshold on the way out, unlocked and unchained the door to get in with my stuff."
"Great, could you do one more than matter 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 change the ignition lock and leave 3 key with you, my council tax money is with the bill under the flute glass box, pay him from that if you can get a hard cash discount, if not tell him to invoice me and I'll settle up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a problem, any exceptional sort of lock, or colouring or budget."
"No, high security measures is the solitary requirement, I have to go now it smells like dinner party is ready, I will ring you tomorrow good afternoon, to give you an update on what's happening. Thanks again, Chrissie."
"Bye jenny,"
"As you said, Jenny, food is just about ready, I know it's supposed to be white vino with Gallus gallus, but it's curried and so you have a pick of red out of a box or beer, what will you be having ?"
"A drop of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to experience the heat for hours.
"No, it's quite mild really, I make my own curry paste in bulk and then use half of what the finical recipe I'm using calls for, I divvy up the curry and recount jenny to read pasta to predilection. Do you need to persist here in the warm and eat off your lap or actuate out into the awning and use the tabular array ?"
"I prefer to stay put warm and comfy thanks."
I turn on the MP3 actor and take random action replay of the albums on there. The Poozies come on low gear, Love on a Farm Boys wage, nice concordance 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 public figure but as the pub was the Nancy Poozy, the Nancy was dropped and that's how they became The Poozies. To me it is a summer album, only because I first heard them at Cropredy ‘ 95, that whole weekend was warm 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 small town in Oxfordshire, compass north of Banbury, a Civil War battle was fought there in 1644. The ‘ what'is a music festival, up twoscore thousand people, from new born to ninety plus, basically recycled and reborn hipsters ? It started out as an yearly reunification of the members of Fairport normal at a hamlet feast and just sort of grew.
Practically every CD on here has a story, I only have about a dozen CD or CD band that have come from a shop, virtually are bought from the artist at signing and family line nine intervals."
"So what sort of euphony moves you ?"I ask.
"nada 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 wish some of Dad's John Rock music from the former 60 and into the LXX but the only I that I can really remember hearing was stress, the Moody Amytal, Yes, and Rick Wakeman, just about amount of money up my musical inclinations."
"I've got Yes and kink Wakeman here, would you like to hear some while I do the clearing up,"
"Yes please, Yes, any of their early on stuff would be nice."
"It's only a capital hits type CD but it has ‘ yours is no disgrace'and others from that LP"
Jenny slips off to another place while the medicine is playing, it's a few old age since I played the CD from end to end, and after a couple of lead I'm back to send vigour crisis UK circa1976, working in a factory, having my auricle bashed by machine noise during the day and music at"realistic"levels under a big dyad of headphone at other times, ( all earphone were big in those days ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered Greco-Roman Guitar, gypsy dancing Guitar, John Williams and Julian bream, Paco Penja and folk careen, an altogether unruffled aspect. By the metre the euphony had got towards the end of Starship Trooper, the washing up is all done and put away, I look at William Le Baron Jenny, she is definitely moved by some memory or another, she isn't crying but she's not far from it, very wet oculus, a touch of a tremble to the back talk. Do I touch her or not, heck, I've never been good with handling my own emotions let alone others, no leave her to it, ‘ better to keep ace mouth shut and be thought an idiot than to unfold it and prove it'as the old phrase goes seems to fit unspoilt, 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 down ‘ thanks ’.
"Cheers"I say, in salute,"I would wish to offer a cent for them, but I think they were much more significant than that, the euphony 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 eternal rest us in the animation, breathing, confusion that is called society."“ However that is enough of the lowering philosophic stuff for now, I was intending to accept my stuff down to the bed substance, and see if Blackwater Morris has a sing-around going on or about to set out, if you're up to it you are more than welcome to unite in."
"I don't know if I'd be a lot use in a sing-around, I can't sing."
"Lack of ability never stopped a lot of people in sing-around, it isn't about being good at anything, it's about having the sureness to cause a go or to just join in with the refrain and listening to what others have to play, and virtually songs have a story if you listen for it. descend on it will do you in effect, I can practically secure no-one will upset you by playing or singing Yes or Wakeman."
"OK, thanks"
"Now you have to sour,"I say with a grin, if you can take two chairs and the wine, I'll bring instruments, music and songbook and our glass. 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 awning I'll see you in a hour once I'm organised."
"While I am waiting, where are the toilets around here ?"
"You just passed it, it's in there, Twist the large disk on the left to void it, and then crusade it down to pump in bowl cleaner, toilet roll is to the right under a concealment, bridge player basin comes down after swivelling the catch on the rightfield, the light if you want it is vertical on the right hand, switch to the bottom, ok with that ?
"Yeah, I hope so."
I drag my guitar and box out from under the bed, choose them into the awning, grab a sweatshirt from the closet, and wrench off the fastball, Quran are in the top attractor and a bag is taken out of the halfway draw, all the Word go in there with the wine-colored glassful either English, I take the bladder out of the box of wine and that fits in as well. Jenny comes out of the pot,"That's a W. C. Handy bit of kit, I've never used one before, well than trying to obscure behind a tent or tree"she says with a bit of an obstruct giggle."My turn now then we can go."LE than a minute later and we load up to go, Jenny has the two chairs, I take the relief. There is no variety in the rain, still cold and pathetic, maybe things will lighten up when we get inside, we arrive at a large 4 built in bed caravan with awning, and there are half a dozen inside,"Knock bang, permit to enter please."
"Hi hot dog, add up in, lots of quad available."
"Thanks Ken, where's your other half."
While we are opening the chairwoman and getting the instruments out of the way, the conversation continues.
"Sue is inside just finishing putting away the dinner party washing up, we're both sorry about Linda, we didn't hear until too late to come,"
"Don't worry ; I expect to see that a lot of prison term this week-end."
"So, who is your champion then,"asks Ken.
"She isn't a protagonist, no, that came out wrong. What I meant was a couple of hours ago we had only just met, her public figure is Jennifer, answers to jennet, and she is as most to a waif or stray that you will see this week-end. jenny, running round from Ken he is the bagman, next is Harry and his wife Valery known as Val, next is a new fount to me ..."
"That's Kath, plays accordion for us and terpsichore when needed. To her right field is her better half, Richard, he bangs a drum for us at the moment, I don't know if Andy was with us when we death met, he's the baby of the side, just turned twenty, he is a social dancer, a bit quick but has the eye for movement, and his girlfriend Lisa, she ‘ s not involved at the present moment, but who can tell."Ken says with a blink in her direction.
"Would either of you like a potable,"asks Sue,"we have red and blank wine-coloured, some of ken fortified home brew, or a few assort beers."
"We are ok for a bit thanks, provided the bag didn't tear coming down here"I say as I take the wine box bladder from the rucksack,"it is undamaged, I pour a field glass each for jennet and me."We didn't have the blank space to fetch the box as well so if anyone fancies a drop, its Tesco's hunky-dory soft French red."
Sue settles herself in the street corner next to Ken,"So what's the level with you and this new lady, you are nearly old sufficiency 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 train from her flat tire after body of work and come down to fall in her at about four pm. She was walking up and down the caterpillar tread 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 walk along the billet 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 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 habitation to a lesser extent than half an hour before, and to cut a foresighted story curt, she is moving into Jenny's place overnight to act as security system because jenny ass gave him a key to get in to roll up the encampment gear, and then Chrissie, the neighbor is getting the locks changed tomorrow. Which leaves this poor jeune fille down here without a billet till she can get rest home ?"
"fountainhead"says Sue,"you couldn't have found a secure bunk than with hotdog, we would commit him with anything, he will look after you ok, so what are you going to do tonight, with no equipment you can't indoor coterie, I am pretty sealed the ma'am camping room is fully booked anyway."
"We will throw to use the train, I've got two quiescence bags and a king-sized duvet in there, the lonesome tricky bit is getting quick for bed. With the lights out and the screen down you can't see a thing anyway, so one gets set up while the other is in the shower way doing dentition etc. then trade, sleeping bag each and with the duvet over the top we should be plenty warm up enough."
"I'll be safe enough ; I've been in the T.A. for 6 years, and I wouldn't want to pack me on !"
"Ah, the glory of our armed forces, threatening poor innocent public security loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chuckle and it seems as though no more questions are going to be asked of me or Jenny, so in the inadequate silence I ask how the incline 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 Sunday but has to work Sabbatum, 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 drive down again on Sun. There isn't a lot happening with other topical anesthetic side, we all want more appendage but all that seems to be happening is more people are dancing with more than one side, doing border or molly on Saturday and Cotswold on Sun. Further afield I was told that Ely mete have had a bit of an uncivil war, accusations and inexactitude flying about front, left and meat, a couple of them are with jet Dragon tomorrow, and Littlebury seem to suffer snaffled the residual.
"Do you have any plans for dancing or playing in the time to come, I know its early days yet, but I have heard there is a queue to ask you to join them but no-one wants to be so insensitive to be the low gear to ask. We have known each former for lo, nearly 20 years now and you know I don't have a sensitive bone in my fountainhead, 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 believe I'm past it now."
"You didn't rive your water round by hand again, in conclusion year we told you to hear to yourself and to, quote, turn smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't toll ten pence of diesel to tug unit of ammunition and back, if you can hale that lot without having a heart onrush you are more than fit decent to continue up with us."
"It's not keeping up with you, you fat sodomist ; it's keeping up with that offspring ‘ un that going to get a problem."I said with a big grin, Ken couldn't have been half a rock heavier than me and was always on a dieting, but only diets that permitted alcohol ! I had expected to be invited back by one of the sides we had danced with this week-end and it didn't surprise me that Ken would be the first off to ask, now should I repay him for his courage for asking first or penalise him for his insensitivity.
"The question is should I repay you for your braveness for asking first or penalise you for your insensitivity. As my nipper know I don't go in for a lot of penalisation, wind by good example is wanton than punishment in my volume, so you won't get a direct no, however I have never left Tribal and need to get through this week-end before I make any decision about the William Morris and me. Anyway this is supposed to be a fun week-end so when do we kibosh trying to pee-pee me intend of the past times and get back to here and now. Any requests that do not demand strong drink, anatomical impossibilities, 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 smile on the irregular half of the interrogative, no, it's the wine kicking in it couldn't have been any form of dalliance, could it ?
At this point Richard leaves the awning to commentary about the elevation of the nettles and other comments about ‘ taking away the pain but leave the swelling ’.
"He'll be back in a minute, just checking on the shaver in the caravan, I checked just before you arrived, we have this monitor gimmick, range of thirty time, but we both like to take turns to check."Convention 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 song and shanties first metre round as usual, then another theme future time round of drinks ?"
"Yes that's rule,"Says Ken as he launches straight into ‘ Confederate States Australia'he has the voice for this one, it needs a bit of power to avail lift the chorus.
Why is it every song he knows lasts less than two minutes, he probably wrote pop songs in the mid-sixties, most of them struggled to last three minutes ? At this point Richard returns."All unruffled"he whispered to Kath.
Next to Ken is Sue, I expect her to pass away, but if she does she will have to sing next time and she may not have a relevant call. To my surprisal she starts to whistle ‘ The leaving of Liverpool'that's a new one for her since Tenterden, it's a retentive one, going on to six second at an average speed. Harry gets to go next, and stick with ‘ Drunken sailor ’, a few poesy will be added that don't appear in the shanty books, some may take a bit of coloring material to an innocents cheeks, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's sprain following and she plays Portsmouth on her melodeon, giving it the Oldfield treatment, vainglorious chords, and faster as it trips along, the rest of us starts drumming on the table to further her along. This provokes a few immediate grabs for ice as the tabular array move in time with the music, much more fun than sitting around in the van."I can't compete with that, I pass"says Kath.
"That means you have to sing one succeeding fourth dimension round no affair what idea is selected"
"If it gets round to me again, it's getting on for 9-30 now, I'm going to delay on the tyke and get to bed myself at ten o clock."
"I only bang a metal drum"says Richard, what sort of thing are you expecting from me ?
"Its sing, say or play, sing a vocal, say a bit of poetry or tell a tale, or play a tune."Ken replies."This is their first gear camp out with a Esther Morris side, they've never been to a sing-around or afford mic Night before, and to me it seems foreign that modernistic adult could throw led such a sheltered 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 falter in his voice be begins ;


Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
row abode to haven in sunny Canaan,
with a cargo of tusk, and apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood Natalie Wood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds, Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and Cinnamomum zeylanicum, and gold moidores.
Dirty Brits coaster with a salt-caked sens stack,
butting through the epithelial duct in the mad March daylight,
with a cargo of River Tyne ember, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and tacky tin trays.

"Hands up those that learned that as a second year at secondary schooltime"says Ken.
Only William Le Baron Jenny, Andy and Lisa fail to raise a hand.
"Hands up those that still think of the author and title"
I remember it was by John Masefield, but don't retrieve the deed of conveyance, only two deal stay up ; Richards and cognizance."hurrah for secondary coil Bodoni education, compassion we scrapped it over thirty years ago."Said Ken,"Cargo's by John Masefield for those who want to screw, and here ends the last object lesson 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 disaster in the Shetland Islands in, I think, 1993. That gets him a stave of applause ; he has a good voice and a lot of confidence.
Lisa, apparently cognizant that she was next leant over and pulled a wooden pennywhistle, and plays what I take to be Irish people jig, quite fast and well deserving listening to and then without me really hearing the changeover it slows down to the Skye Boat Song dynasty. There is applause all stave for that, and after Ken winked at me he posed the gestate question,"who is next ? Jenny, it's your turn 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 around again."
"All right I'll do one"I say"but showtime I have to irrigate the nettles and hope that some kindly soul will refill our glasses in my absence."More nettle scuttlebutt chase after me out the awning.
"Ok formula service has been restored, thanks whoever did the wine,"Jenny nods to me,"Time for another Fairport connector, and in treaty with the sea root word I will do ‘ Honour and Praise ’, the guitar music is a bit wily but I'll play something near."It only takes a few seconds get my guitar out of its case and I return to behind my seat as I find it a lot light to toy standing, and breathing for singing is also a lot promiscuous, sitting down I just can't get enough air in."I suppose we have to wait while you tune up now,"said Kath,
"No, Once it is in tune it stays there, I might have to retune two or three times after fitting new strand, especially as I use extra Light Within chain, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a alright summertime morning we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled highschool 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 birdcall, well, I like all the songs and euphony I play, wasted campaign to play stuff you don't like. I finish the song without too many misapprehension, a bit of gentle applause follows,"Thank you, it didn't go as well as I had hoped but I am going to charge the liquor. So on that note, it must be close to knocking off sentence as Kath and Richard are getting their clobber together, we ought to prepare a move if that's ok with you, Jenny."She nods,"By the metre 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, William Le Baron 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 field glass of wine left in the bladder,"Ken, you can complete this off, ok ? See you tomorrow, sleep tight and all that."
It is still drizzling quite steadily so we walk smartly up the subject area back to my van, unzipping the awning, I usher William Le Baron Jenny in first and follow interior, I put the guitar on the table and grope my way across to the van doorway so I can exchange on the sunshade brightness, 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 elbow room bullet, back in the sunshade, I set the chair up, institutionalize Jenny in and postdate her with my guitar,"we don't have a lot of quad, could you get on the bed for a instant, while I put these away and happen the duvet ”. Jenny slips her shoes off and crawls onto the bed and turns circle to confront me from a kneeling perspective, she looks very cute like that, and I smile at her, pulling the eiderdown out of the under bed computer memory footlocker is a bit of a fight but it finally comes out. I then countermand out and lifting my guitar from the bed, skid it under the bed to the front of the van leaving space for the melodeon behind it but far enough under to be good from getting kicked.
"Do you fancy another drink or a cup of tea,"I ask.
"I wouldn't mind another field glass of wine if you have any and some more music, if it isn't too recent for you."
"It isn't too lately for me, we will all be up later tomorrow Night, they are dancing nigh of tomorrow and so Fri night isn't normally a lately night. Above your point in the middle cupboard there are a couple of wine box seat, take aim your pick, I will screen the euphony"
"I was hoping you might sing a few to a greater extent song, live medicine is much nicer than recorded."
"Having put the legal document away, it will give to be a cappella, if you pinna are up to it, any luck with the wine yet,"she passes the box to me to open,"I'll open it shall I"I say with a grin and a overturn eyebrow. I don't like opening these boxes either but say nothing, once open I get the two glasses we used earlier and lifting them to the light I note which one has a trace of lipstick or lip gloss, just a pinkish trace, but enough for her to key her previous crank. They are large shabu, so I only three quarters fill them, putting hers on the fridge unit, to her right, I drop to my knees and putting my glass on the unit near the ardour, 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 drib but won't acclivity as quickly.
"You requested a Song dynasty, so what sort of song would you like to see ?"
"Can you continue the sea songs subject ? The Song dynasty I heard earlier were occupy, as Dad had a connection."
"Yes, no trouble, first is a ballad by The jolly Will Rogers it's called ‘ Wicked'
"I sailed on the Charles a fair privateersman,
And our pay it was weeks overdue ... ..
... ... captain Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a prissy Sung, not a prissy story what with rape and torture, but good."
"What's next,"Jenny asks,
"One from you, please."
"As I said, I can't sing, I can't play, and I don't know any poetry."
"Right, here begins your first singing lesson, Do you make love ‘ other one Morning ’,"“ No."
"Ok, I'll sing a subscriber line, we repeat the same line, and you sing the line."
"I don't know."
"Sing a line from Drunken sailor ; it will devote me a pinch as to what key you are comfy in."
In a very soft voice the first channel comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my solace zone in the bass register.
"Start again, and I'll join you. What shall we do with a bibulous sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a bibulous sailor early in the morning."
"That's good, try again with a bit more welly ! What shall we do with a bibulous sailor, what shall we do with a drunken straw hat, what shall we do with a drunken Panama hat early in the morning."
"goodness, again, and carry on and add the wey-hays. What shall we do with a drunken skimmer, what shall we do with a sottish sailor, what shall we do with a bibulous sailor early in the morning. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the morning.
"That was very good, again, twice on the crib, with a bit more loudness. What shall we do with a drunken leghorn, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, What shall we do with a boozy 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 drunken leghorn, what shall we do with a bibulous boater, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."This time I harmonise on the wey-heys with foresightful heys. Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, Wey-hey and up she rises, early in the morning. At the end of this Jenny is smiling from ear to ear, suddenly aware that she could babble out we raise our glasses to each other and reduplicate the exercising again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty good to me, anyone can sing, it just takes a little praxis and a duad of Friend who will consecrate an honorable opinion of what you sound like. Anyway for a complete change of subject, we do ask to get the sleeping cup of tea and eiderdown sorted, and then we find another song or have a brew and go to slumber. Do you sleep on your left or right position and do you prefer your aspect or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my justly side, back to the windowpane, that's slippery here with window on all four sides.
"If you sleep that side you'll be facing the awning, with the blind and drape, there won't be a lot of light getting in. Can you incite off the sleeping dish so I can get at them please ?"I unzip the two sleeping bags from each other, and zip them up as single. Arranged so that the vigor are away from the essence of the bed with the continental quilt on top so that if either of us need to get up during the dark it will cause minimal disturbance to the other, in the middle hooking of the social unit by the press are a brace of wind up torches that we won at a ceilidh a few years before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to regain a switch for the main Inner Light."Do you want to try some more singing or have a cup of tea and sleep ?"
"You know when Ken and Sue said I couldn't be secure than with you, I didn't really believe them, but I am beginning to think you are as good as they said."
"I am no saint, but I try to live as the great unwashed say I do, if that makes any sense."” So, are we having a brew and quiescence, or staying up for a bit longer ?"
"I think that I would prefer to sleep, it has been a long and stressful day, and I don't normally settle well in a unknown bed. I would wish a cup of tea as well though, I will probably waken with a fairly furry mouth tomorrow, and some tea now might help."I have another rummage in the halfway draw and then hand Jenny a new soup-strainer,"this might help hold back you feeling de-furred ”, I put the tympani on and go to the wardrobe to get one of my jersey to use as a nightshirt,"a white Faversham hop festival T-shirt is on top and I pass it across."Will this do to catch some Z's in ?"Jenny holds it in property in front of her, it covers all that needs to be covered but not a lot Thomas More, and I've seen brusque skirts coming out of the nine in the township middle, she looks at me and smiles,"what do you suppose of it ?"
"I don't believe I should give an dependable judgment because if I did you see one heck of a clangour as my halo fell off, and that would ruin my repute as a nice guy. There must be a lot of youthful men out there would be intimate to be in here instead of me, and I don't think you would be very safe with any of ... No I forgot your T.A. training, they might not be very safety,"At this jenny ass starts to giggle,
"I was never in the T.A. I only said it to see what your reaction would be, any signal of hostility and I would have been out of here and down the townspeople like a snap. Your comic reply was hone for the occasion."The kettle starts to whistle so I turn the gas off and make a pot of tea,
"One kale, would you like it milky or normal,"
"Milky please, so that it goes straight down, thanks."I make mine the Same,
"Would you like a biscuit to go with this, I'm having a couple to soak up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not good for the form after 8pm."
I have a couple of digestives and uncover a custard emollient and snaffle that for dessert, 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 can and get ready for bed, when you are in and prepare tap on the window and I'll come in for my turn, after a few pageboy there are half a dozen raps from inside the van, I get up and turn off the kindle, the awning brightness level and after knocking once on the door, go inside. jenny ass is in bed, lying on her back she lifts her heading and says ;"it's all yours, thank you."In the bathroom, I have a strip washout, dry myself, and strip my teeth, putting my underpants back on and after switching off the Light Within, take the residue of my apparel and put them on the bottom of the bed. I crawl across the bed to my sleeping bag, unzip it halfway down and get in, as I slide further down the bag, I make sure the malarky up torch is where I can find it get to up and pull the corduroy to call on 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 peck on the cheek,"thanks for being here and helping me so much, Night night."
"nighttime night,"I reply and turn the lighting out.



Chapter Two
Trust

I lie on my spine and rewind over the day, thinking of what I should take in said if I could recollect a lot quicker. Ah the country of what if ... I turn over onto my go out side, with my rear to Jenny, I can smell her and it relaxes me. It has been a spell since I've had any female party in my sleeping room and the mien of another body lends a feeling of security as it banishes any lonesomeness still hiding in the nook and crevice of this poor old brain of mine. I am fully cognizant there is nothing intimate in the way I am feeling, it is an almost tribal intuitive feeling of belonging again, portion of the group identity, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and dusty running of self analysis, why can't I just go with the flow.
I awake slowly to the auditory sensation of soft crying, it isn't me, so it must be jenny, lying still for a bit or so I listen, then turning over as if in my sleep and keeping my provide arm under the duvet set aside it to amount to rest over jenny ass's waistline outside her sleeping bag, her crying reduces to a whimpering sniffling sound but doesn't stopover, 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 motility and a few seconds later her arm was holding mine close to her, and I felt her handwriting intuitive feeling for mine, when her hunting was successful her fingerbreadth wormed their way between mine and I felt her loosen back towards me, Again I was drifting off and maybe she said it, or I said it, or I dreamed it but somewhere the phone of the discussion'thanks'came into my idea, and then I was away with the faeries. The next time I awoke it was probably around six a.m. low gear light was trying to take in its way into the van and I needed the bathroom, my arm was still around Jenny's waistline and we still had our fingers interlaced, despite the gentlest of movements jenny ass also woke,"morning, what's up ?
"Sorry to commove you but I have to birth a tiddle, otherwise thing are going to get a bit damp around here."
I don't pain in the neck with the wind up torch, there is enough luminousness to see my way to the sewer without kneeling on Jenny's peg and as I open the bathroom door, a lot of light comes in so it must be well after half five, once I have finished and dried the old man I open the window a little bit and check the weather. Well broken swarm, not raining and landing strip of sun are coming between the trees to the east of us, getting on for six or quartern past, I think to myself and get to wonder how I can estimate accurately when I haven't worn a sentry except for high mean solar day since I stopped punching the factory clock as a wage hard worker eight years ago. I close the window to vent and go back towards the bed, as I crawl across and worm my way half way back into my sleeping bag I ask her how she is feeling.
"An painful lot better now, thanks for holding me death dark I really was feeling low, yesterday lunchtime I was looking forward to a weekend away with my boyfriend, 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 decent boyfriend and celebrate him for a while ?
"That's an frightfully lot of questions for this former in the morning ; do you fancy getting up having a tea and then talking, or coming here and let me hold you for another hour or two ? She looks at me as though I had a screw loose, then smile and says,
"You come back down where you were and hold me."I finish my interrupt trip into my bag and spell over to hold her, I am surprise to retrieve 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 dormancy bag ; again her digit intertwine with mine, this feel sooo nice, it makes me retrieve of times preceding, just holding in friendship, us against the world -well our little bit of it.

When I was in my belated teen I always seemed to be taking the division of worked up adviser to any one of half a twelve 13 to 15 yr old girl, who shared a Falco subbuteo with my chum and me, by their reckoning I was old enough to know, but too old to be matter to in them as girlfriends, so I was trusted with a lot of poppycock that they couldn't or wouldn't tell their parents.

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

... .The sprite have abandoned me in a nice warm haven, my hand is now on bare skin, I don't think I put it there, so I gently stroke her stomach and as I nuzzle in towards her neck she stirs and turns to look me,"Why are you so salutary to me ?"
"Why are you so full of questions in the morning, do you spend all nighttime thinking them up ?"
"Why do you resolve a doubtfulness with a interrogative ?"
"It's a defence chemical 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 full to someone who deserves it. So to do your doubt with yet another, how do you define ‘ being commodity'in your site ? And how do you puzzle out out what you deserve ? Finally, are you quick for a brew and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


Here ends part one, part two will follow very soon - provided I can get this mail ! ! ! ! !