All characters are sham, If a character name is used in connectedness with a English, it's just co-incidence if that given name belongs in that position. Insofar as song lyrics being included I don't know the legalities or etiquette involved, I have given the opening few and finish few line of credit if that is all that is needed or the Sung in broad if the textbook needs it and credit to the author in either case, traditional songs are treated the Same but credited as Traditional.

This is a fable storey, not fantasy and while there is a lot of passion and some very erotic military action in recent parts and in Holy Writ two if you are looking for raw legal action then I am sorry but this is n't the book for you.


Chapter One
Meeting


It's Fri 29th of April, 4pm and I've just driven into Fort First Earl of Chatham Grammar schooltime in Rochester. It is a gray and chilly afternoon as I drive through the car park and onto the mutant field, a short driving along the right helping hand side of the field to halfway along the fence beside the tennis courts, this where I pull up and park the caravan analogue with the fence to join with early campers etc. performing at the sweep oar fete. I have been coming to sweeps for over 20 years but this is the first since I lost my married woman. This year I'm not performing - a face we both danced with concluding year has put me on their strength for the weekend - so I can just relax and catch up with news show and small talk from ally in early slope that I've not seen since the Tenterden folk weekend last October.
First things first though, wind the box steadies down and even the two berth caravan and crack up a can of Old Speckled Hen before I get the awning up, hopefully before the darkening clouds drop the rainwater that is forecast for over dark and early morning, not as promiscuous bingle handed and I definitely feel the penury for a few orang-utan cistron as my arms seem to be a good foot too short to hold up the fabric and grab the next celestial pole that needs to be fitted, still eventually all done, side by side is to dress the two solar panels and get the electric connected up, the finale chore is to get some water - forty litres in the greenish blue curlicue and ten for the john tank- it's a bit of a trek round to the other side of meat of the site and a funfair free weight to haul back but I haven't used the car to agitate water before and hopefully I'm not going to set about for a few years yet. Ye gods though, it seems twice as far this year, I wish I'd used my puffer before I left, on my return to the caravan I connect the Aqua-roll and run the ticker until the smell of sterilising fluid dissipates then meet the timpani for a brew, While the kettle is heating I make the bed up, I don't fancy trying to kip on either of the ace size beds at the sides of the van, knowing my destiny I'll probably fall out, so make up the full width bed as we usually did, it's about six foot three second power ; lots of way to go around out in, bloody lonely though, ‘ snap out of it'I tell myself, ‘ that way leads to more grass and low ’.
I connect my MP3 player into the van sound system and heed to Amazing Blondel's"England ”, a most unwind LP/CD to take heed to. I had the LP from the seventies and bought the re-mastered CD from the creative person when they were at"folk off the dock"at Cromer. To encourage ease my way into the weekend the timpani starts to sing as"Seascape"Begin and the first pearl of rain patters onto the awning, oh well, two out of three isn't too bad. Sitting in the sunblind with a goodly large mug of steaming Yorkshire tea, I think back over the last twenty dollar bill three years, here for all but one or two chimneysweep, I have danced, played, or drummed for six, no seven position, I prefer mete and molly and am not so keen on northwestern United States, this means that whilst I may well only know 30 or twoscore masses's name calling I am on nodding full term with a hundred or more, that's the sort of company I will appreciate this week-end, and there should be a sing-around or assailable awning somewhere on the field every evening.
The rain sounds as though it's getting heavier so I glance up from my Kindle to check and see someone walking slowly along the row of vans and collapsible shelter as though looking for somebody or another. Female and in her twenties, dark hair pulled back into a very recollective jigger tail, not a great deal of constitution although not too easy to separate in the weakened light, this coupled with her saturnine article of clothing makes precise estimates hard. She is about five foot six or seven and lose weight but with a figure, Shirley Temple short coat tailored in to the shank and flaring over her hips, disgraceful or navy trouser, black place with a slender hound, office female child, secretary, demesne agent ? Nosey, rummy or just trying to help,"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 stuff and nonsense and we arranged to encounter along here about an hour ago, assuming the traffic on the M11 & M25 was right or sometime later if it was bad. The problem is he doesn't have a wandering earpiece so I can't striking him to find out where he is."
"May I suggest that you come in my awning for a few second or so, I can pick up Essex and Kent traffic tidings on the radio in the van so at least you can take an estimation of when he is probable to get here ; I don't want to cause you any worry but if he's had a puncture that could add another one-half hour to his comer time."I stop Blondel and tune the radio to ninety five pointedness three FM. A few minutes later at twenty-five past five BBC Essex reports all clear on the M11 but tailbacks from J30 to the bridge, around 15 minutes holdup and no reported delay in Kent.
"fountainhead"I say"It doesn't look like there are any traffic hassles, between here and ... where is he coming from, you didn't say ?"
"He's coming from Bishops Stortford where he collected the camping power train from my matted, and should have left about two o'clock ; he assumed an hour for the M11 and M25, twenty mo for traffic over the bridge deck, and another forty for A2, M2, and Rochester and he should feature arrived around four o'clock ”."I don't know what to do ; he should have all our bivouacking clobber 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 member of one of the sides performing this week-end, it might be deserving searching them out to retrieve out if they may birth heard anything, so who are you with ?
"Dave dances with Billington clog dancing, 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 skilful to know names, I'm hotdog, so shall we see if we can find Billington, I assume they are on this side of the domain 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 cladding but I assumed he was talking in terms of comer which would be this side of the field."
"OK, I have been coming to sweeps for nearly twenty age, I know a lot of position, Billinton isn't one of them, if we start at the top end and form our way down to the bottomland centre, the side down there is usually Blackwater Morris, we danced with them for four or five class around the number of the one C, I only have one brolly so we will scoop share that as it's sounding a bit weaken out there, although it always sounds wetter under an awning than it actually is outside. Do you know the names of any Billington citizenry so at least we can be sociable ? Also what car is he driving ?"
"Dark blue Hyundai I10"she says as a dark car approaches, no, it's a little Honda. We walk towards the whole step at the top end of the subject area, I can't see any Morris kit at the camper van parked at the end so after knocking on the doorway, it is answered by a man in his mid-fifties or thereabouts holding a pint pewter tankard, and wearing a Dead Horse jersey, I ask,"Hi, are you performing this week-end ?"
"No, not this class nearly of our lot think it costs too very much in fuel to get here and back from Bedford and with May Day on Dominicus they want to dance the sun up, and then do pub dance out locally, so though we are booked in we won't be dancing."
"Do you sleep with what slope is parked future to you, or do you have any idea where Billington geta might be ?
"Sorry, I haven't a clue who is next to us, Pretty Grim are the other side of them both incline of the roadway, But I can't say I've ever heard of Billington, where are they from ?"
"jenny ass, this is one for you, do you bonk where they are based ?"
"They pattern Wed evenings at a hotel in Bishops Stortford, that's just about all I know, not a lot of helper am I ?"
"Never mind, we'll go and see if anyone is in succeeding door, if not we can ask at Grim, I know a few of them and a couple of them are very well-read about eastern United States Anglian sides ”. The rainwater is now a steady gentle rain, not frigidness, but the breeze makes it feel chilly. There is no-one around the tents, so we move down the tune, a couple of inexorable people are sipping beer and talking under a gazebo and they say it is a Cotswold side next door on the entrance English, the rest period of Pretty Grim are down the Ithiel Town getting solid food, so we continue on to the adjacent aggregation of vans and tents, these belong to merl Border, Another face from Bedfordshire, it's their first time here as a slope, a few members have been here with former sides but no-one has heard of Billington. We are nearly halfway down the get-go side of the field of view, still looking for his car and looking behind us every time a car comes onto the discipline, the future couple of tents belong to to Winstree Hundred sabot, they are a foresighted established slope from Mersea Island they have been closely connected with Blackwater for twelvemonth, about of their people are nearer to Blackwater, again nobody knows of Billington and their commercial traveler has a dance program for the fete - this is just a guide to where sides might or might not be - it has been said that organising a dance docket for Morris sides is blood-related to herding qat ! The dance schedule doesn't list Billington.
"Thanks for your service, I suppose that Billington are just coming down for a expression 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 tramp down towards Blackwater and see who is between us and them and then cross to the former side of the line of business and get hold Hertfordshire Charles Hardin Holley if they are camping this year ; they are from Ware and if I remember right that's only ten sea mile from Stortford, Some-one must have intercourse something about them, If you can look on the kettle and make brew, 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 athletic field towards Blackwater ; next to us are visitors from Holland just come to see the festival and then prompt on somewhere else, past them are the relief of Winstree and then it's Rising pipit 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 opposite my van where the tree are growing down a steep bank, asking at the first campervan with visible radiation on whom they are and if they know of Billington Clog ?"Sorry, I can't be of often help we're Moonshine, it's our starting time year but know that the Witchmen are from the calypso motor-home to the recession, and they are a Cotswold English over the road way, I don't know who is next to us down the field, it's a ladies side with red dresses."“ Ahh"I say,"that sounds like them."A short wander to a radical of musicians and a couple of head confirm that they are indeed Hertfordshire Charles Hardin Holley but no-one knows of Billington. That, so far as I am concerned, means that Billington doesn't exist, the only really worrying enquiry is why St. David told Jennifer all that poppycock about camping here for the week-end, as I wander back to the caravan by following the athletic competition track round the field of honor, I recognise a twosome of Blackwater multitude, turn over them a waving 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 visible radiation isn't goodness but it looks like she's had a few tears.
"What's up ?"I ask,
"Chrissie, she's has the matte next to me, reverberate just after you left as she was wondering where I was. I'm normally home before her and as she had seen Dave in the Red 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 theory was forming in my head,"I don't want to pry but if Chrissie is in the bland next to you, am I right in assuming you also live in a flat ?"
"Yeah, why ”, is the unawares somewhat abrupt reply.
"Pure speculation, 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 order you that, I do alive solo, and Chrissie has my second scanty key in case I lose mine or leave them at oeuvre, 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 come to at the way things are starting to mold up, so do you have much in the way of high value stuff in your flat, stereo, telly, and jewellery and so on, and was Dave aware of their value and positioning"?
"I have a few thing that are worth a bit, my Dad's musical instruments, a brooch that belonged to my gran that came down to me, again I ask, why ?"
"I don't like to cast off calumny without some sort of substantiation but I can't service thought that he might have planned to have you stranded down here whilst he helped himself to your hooey ”. The colouring material drained from Jenny's face and she looked like her legs weren't too steady, she rested her hands on the edge of the table and slumped down into a hot seat."Not my Dad's hooey, 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 comfortable to transfix their triggerman, ring Chrissie back and ask her to get the significant point into her flat as soon as possible if she can, you could spill the beans her through where they are wandering to mobile assuming of course that she has one. I hope your Dad didn't fun grand pianissimo or double freshwater bass, it might be a bit slippery for her."
"No there is zip heavy, a fluting, two acoustical guitars, a melodeon and two concertinas."This was said while she was ringing Chrissie, it seemed to contain an age before she spoke to Chrissie, and then I thought she was going to set forth vociferation as she said"Chrissie, I am ok but I need you to do me a hell of a big party favour if you can and as quickly as possible, I think Dave got me down here so he can pinch my Dad's poppycock while I am stuck here, if you use my spare key I can direct you as to what needs rescuing. What ? Ok, I will ring again in three minutes, I don't know why but the Sir Thomas More I think about it the more I worry about how safe the rest period of my things are, he was always asking about Dad's cat's-paw and why I didn't playact them and why I spent so much on clothes, he never seemed to have any money and was always talking about his ‘ productive'girlfriend."
"right wing, 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 concern, I ‘ ll do it, Milk River and sugar ?"
"Yes please, milk, one bread. 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 tactile sensation of the little green monsters, but as I said, thinking about it, it seems so obvious now."
"I'm not so certain it is obvious, but I don't know him, and I still abide by ‘ inexperienced person until ’, teas up ! semen inside, I'll put the heater 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 bound of the bed and the location may not have been the best to help her relax but she was looking strained,"Have a slurp of tea and get a bit of warmth inside you, you'll feeling better for it,"
"Three transactions are up, I'm ringing Chrissie, she must consume got home by now, I will put it on speaker."the phone is already in her hand and one tap of the screen and the phone motion to her ear, after a couple of rings.
"Hi again, are you in mine yet"
"sweetheart fille, Give me a chance, I've just put my shopping on the tabular array and grabbed your key."... There is a pause, a room access closing, a few steps ... key in another threshold and the sound of it opening,
"Right I'm in, your camping gear is in the Radclyffe Hall, and the telly is in view, as is the dark guitar on the wall."
"OK ! That's Dad's Fylde, go into my chamber, another guitar by the bed,"
"Yes, a big one, light coloured, with a brightly coloured leather strap,"
"Great, that's dada Takamine, sorry to be so paranoiac but did you lock the forepart door when you came in"
"No, I didn't I'll pop back and do it now .... All secure I put the mountain chain on as well."
"rightfield, now we can assume our time and make believe sure as shooting everything else is still there just in typesetter's case he has taken one bit and coming back for more later, on the dressing table should be a black jewellery box in the top of that is a gold brooch with honey oil, brownish-yellow and open stones."
"Yes, it's here, Wow, Jenny that's beautiful, you won't wear that when you go clubbing ! !
"No, that was granny's it's too old fashioned for today."
"We will contend about that later, what's following to check, from the way you're worrying would I be too far out saying I have a peeress of substance living following doorway"
"We will discourse that when I get back, back to the living room, in the sideboard character thing in the right hand end open the room access there should be an almost livid oblong squeeze-box and a black octagonal one, in the left hand side, a dark flat box thirty five by twelve by three that's a flute, and another squeeze-box with leather bellows and wooden ends."
"All present and correct, what happens now ?"
"Can you locomote all the melodic musical instrument and the brooch into your two-dimensional along with anything else you think of as worth theft, and thank you for being such a great friend ?"
"No ! I won't take the fortune, while they are in my 2-dimensional I am guessing they won't be insured, I'll lock up, get a few things from mine and move in to yours till you can get back. You really have tickled my curiosity, I know your Dad died a couple of years ago, just before you moved in to the block, were all these pawn his, and refuse if you want to but what kind of economic value will I be babysitting for the weekend."
"This goes no further, Chrissie, right."
"Of track, jenny, I'm just nosey, not a gossip."
"They were all pappa, and are worth about eight thousand Ezra Pound, add in the broach and you can just about doubly it.
"I wish I hadn't asked now, you know I don't like duty 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 worried about the value of this lot."
"I hate to jam it on, but it's not the monetary value that's of import it's all sentimental."
"That's enough of that, I'm hanging up to get organised for my move, I will leave my door clear so that I can discover anyone in the hallway, while I'm getting packed, I'll closed chain you when I'm back in."
In Jenny's flat Chrissie is having a bit of a think about how to fourth dimension the move and maintain Jenny's mat 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 room access and checks the gap that the chain of mountains allows, about two and a half inches, putting her wrist through it seems to give up a clean bit of apparent movement for her carpus and fingerbreadth, has she enough flexibility to fit and absent the Chain, I have the key and if I get the chain on and can't get it off again, jenny's stuff will be a lot safer once I've locked the room access. Holding the door a ‘ too with her will hand in the letter box the long slim fingerbreadth of her right hand lifts the chain end, using her quarter round as a templet along the length of the Ernst Boris Chain slot, her finger tips detect the opening for the end, it's very tight causing quite a bit of discomfort, but with an surplus pull on the missive box, gains the space for the end to pop into the slot.
Yeah ! That's part one done, she said to herself, getting her hand out was easy once the chemical chain slid along the slot, pulling the door shut and making sure the latch was home, finally after opening the door again to train the chain is home closing it again. Chrissie goes into her own flat to load down for the weekend. ‘ Don't penury tea or burnt umber, take milk, cereal for tomorrow, dressing gown, alteration of dress, toiletry, physical composition it doesn't seem like a lot, but it's only overnight, I must get my headphone charger, don't want it going flat overnight. This'll do, both readiness of keys and I'm ready to go.'
Putting the key in the door it opens to the chain boundary, 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 thought was finished her finger's breadth had found the end of the string and slipped it out of the television channel. All done and with a sigh of relief she pulls the key from the room access, closing it behind her and dropping her bag to the great deal of camping train she slips the chain back into place.

dorsum in Rochester jenny ass is nearly climbing the walls"Why hasn't she rung yet ?"
I reply"Come on Jenny, reach her a chance, could you rearrange your weekend, pack a bag, secure your own place, relocation in, unpack, get the kettle on and ring back in less than 15 minutes ?"
"I suppose you're compensate, but it doesn't give up me worrying about how thing are going."
"Once she has rung you back, and you know everything's condom and secure, I will assort out some food for us, it won't be posh but it will be warm and filling."I said, getting up and moving to the fridge and getting out a chicken curry I had made late Thursday, there isn't enough to fill us both up but Elmer Rice or alimentary paste will bulk it up. Next is to determine 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 rice or alimentary paste ?
"pasta please"I'm in the middle of filling a saucepan for the alimentary paste, when her earphone goes, Beautiful South ringtone I think, remembering CDs my kidskin 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, unsecured and unchained the door to get in with my stuff."
"Great, could you do one more than thing for me tomorrow ?"
"Yes, if I can I will, you should be intimate that by now.
"Thanks, Could you call the locksmith on Oak Lane, get him to derive out and change the locks and leave 3 tonality with you, my council tax money is with the throwaway under the transverse flute box, pay him from that if you can get a cash discount, if not secern him to invoice me and I'll adjudicate up when I get back."
"Yes that shouldn't be a problem, any particular kind of lock chamber, or color or budget."
"No, high security is the only requirement, I have to go now it smells like dinner is ready, I will ring you tomorrow afternoon, to give you an update on what's happening. Thanks again, Chrissie."
"Bye Jenny,"
"As you said, Jenny, nutrient is just about set up, I know it's supposed to be Edward White wine with chicken, 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 curtain of red please, I hope your curry isn't to fiery, I always seem to find the heat energy for hours.
"No, it's quite modest really, I make my own curry library paste in bulk and then use half of what the fussy recipe I'm using calls for, I divvy up the curry and tell jenny to take pasta to gustatory perception. Do you need to detain here in the warm and eat off your lap or strike out into the awning and use the table ?"
"I prefer to stay warm and comfortable thanks."
I turn on the MP3 player and quality random instant replay of the albums on there. The Poozies come on first, love life on a Farm Boys remuneration, courteous harmonies on this and with a bit of go to the refrain. I reset the role player to make for all of that CD, and jennet asks who are they I give her their name and explain how they took it."When they first formed they practiced in a pub, and decided to thank the landlord by using the pub name but as the pub was the Nancy Poozy, the Nancy was dropped and that's how they became The Poozies. To me it is a summer album, only because I first heard them at Cropredy ‘ 95, that whole weekend was quick 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 lowly village in Oxfordshire, north of Banbury, a Civil War struggle was fought there in 1644. The ‘ what'is a medicine festival, up forty thousand multitude, from new born to Ninety plus, basically recycled and reborn hippies ? It started out as an annual reunion of the members of Fairport formula at a small town festival and just sort 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 artist at signings and folk social club intervals."
"So what kind of euphony moves you ?"I ask.
"Nothing really gets to me, I think that's why me not playing anything got to Dave, not that he was at all musical theater himself, I used to like some of Dad's rock music from the late sixties and into the seventies but the only when ace that I can really call back hearing was Focus, the Moody amobarbital sodium, Yes, and Rick Wakeman, just about sums up my musical inclinations."
"I've got Yes and Rick Wakeman here, would you like to hear some while I do the clearing up,"
"Yes please, Yes, any of their early clobber would be nice."
"It's only a big smash eccentric CD but it has ‘ yours is no ignominy'and others from that LP"
Jenny slips off to another plaza while the music is playing, it's a few years since I played the CD from end to end, and after a match of path I'm back to post Energy Department crisis Britain circa1976, working in a manufacturing plant, having my ears bashed by machine noise during the day and music at"realistic"levels under a big duad of headphones at other multiplication, ( all phone were big in those days ! ) By 1980 I'd discovered definitive Guitar, Flamenco Guitar, John Williams and Julian sea bream, Paco Penja and folk music rock, an altogether muted scene. By the time the music 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 storage or another, she isn't crying but she's not far from it, very wet eyes, a touch of a tremble to the brim. Do I raise up her or not, heck, I've never been good with handling my own emotions let lone others, no leave her to it, ‘ near to keep back unity mouth shut and be thought an idiot than to open up it and prove it'as the old phrase goes seems to fit best, her glass is empty, I poor a couple of inches into it and top my own up, as I hold it out to her she sees it, takes with a bit of a grin and a quiet ‘ thanks ’.
"sunniness"I say, in salute,"I would like to proffer a penny for them, but I think they were much more authoritative than that, the music and the memories it provokes does get to you doesn't it, despite what you said earlier, that is secure, it means you're still with the rest us in the living, breathing, confusedness that is called society."“ However that is enough of the heavy philosophic stuff for now, I was intending to engage my stuff down to the bottom nerve centre, and see if Blackwater Gouverneur Morris has a sing-around going on or about to set about, if you're up to it you are to a greater extent than welcome to join in."
"I don't know if I'd be much use in a sing-around, I can't sing."
"Lack of ability never stopped a lot of masses in sing-around, it isn't about being good at anything, it's about having the confidence to have a go or to just link up in with the chorus and hearing to what others have to spiel, and about song have a story if you listen for it. Come on it will do you good, I can practically guarantee no-one will upset you by playing or singing Yes or Wakeman."
"OK, thanks"
"Now you have to puzzle out,"I say with a grin, if you can take two chairs and the wine-coloured, I'll bring legal instrument, music and songbook and our trash. bum 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 minute once I'm organised."
"While I am waiting, where are the can around here ?"
"You just passed it, it's in there, Twist the large disk on the left to evacuate it, and then labor it down to pump in bowl cleansing agent, potty roster is to the right under a cover, hand basin comes down after swivelling the grab on the right, the Light if you want it is vertical on the right, alternate to the tooshie, ok with that ?
"Yeah, I hope so."
I drag my guitar and box out from under the bed, take them into the awning, snaffle a sweatshirt from the press, and sprain off the heater, Koran are in the top hook and a bag is taken out of the heart draw, all the books go in there with the wine trash either side, I take the bladder out of the box of wine-coloured and that fits in as well. William Le Baron Jenny comes out of the toilet,"That's a W. C. Handy bit of kit, I've never used one before, upright than trying to obliterate behind a collapsible shelter or Tree"she says with a bit of an embarrassed giggle."My turn of events now then we can go."LE than a minute later and we load up to go, Jenny has the two death chair, I take the rest. There is no modification in the rain, still cold and miserable, maybe affair will lighten up when we get inside, we arrive at a boastfully 4 slip caravan with awning, and there are half a 12 inside,"Knock Knock, permission to insert please."
"Hi weenie, come in, lots of quad available."
"Thanks Ken, where's your former half."
While we are opening the chairs and getting the musical instrument 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 recently to fare,"
"Don't concern ; I expect to hear that a lot of times this week-end."
"So, who is your acquaintance then,"asks Ken.
"She isn't a champion, no, that came out damage. What I meant was a brace of hours ago we had only just met, her epithet is Jennifer, response to Jenny, and she is as skinny to a waif or stray that you will see this week-end. Jenny, running round from Ken he is the bagman, succeeding is Harry and his wife Valery known as Val, next is a new face to me ..."
"That's Kath, plays piano accordion for us and dances when needed. To her right wing is her partner, Richard, he bangs a drum for us at the here and now, I don't know if Andy was with us when we net met, he's the baby of the face, just turned twenty, he is a terpsichorean, a bit quick but has the eye for motility, and his lady friend Lisa, she ‘ s not involved at the moment, but who can tell."Ken says with a winking in her direction.
"Would either of you like a drink,"asks Sue,"we have red and white wine-colored, some of Kens fortified plate brew, or a few sort beers."
"We are ok for a bit thanks, provided the bag didn't split coming down here"I say as I take the wine-coloured box bladder from the backpack,"it is undamaged, I pour a methamphetamine hydrochloride each for Jenny and me."We didn't have the quad to bring the box as well so if anyone fancies a drop, its Tesco's finest soft French red."
Sue settles herself in the quoin next to Ken,"So what's the narration with you and this Young lady, you are nearly old enough to be her grandad ! ?"
"Cheeky, I'm not as old as you think I look,"says I,"jennet has been sent down here by her swain, a member of Billington clog, he was to pick up the camping gear from her flat after piece of work and come down to link her at about four pm. She was walking up and down the track looking for him when it started to rain, I invited her in to shelter for a bit and after hearing on the radio that there was no traffic problem between there and here we went for a walk along the seam 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 mil 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 home to a lesser extent than half an hr before, and to cut a long story abruptly, she is moving into jenny ass's place overnight to act as security system because William Le Baron Jenny gave him a key to get in to accumulate the camping gear, and then Chrissie, the neighbour is getting the locks changed tomorrow. Which leaves this pitiful lass down here without a berth till she can get domicile ?"
"well"says Sue,"you couldn't have found a safer position than with Frank, we would bank him with anything, he will expect after you ok, so what are you going to do tonight, with no equipment you can't indoor camp, I am pretty certain the madam camping room is fully booked anyway."
"We will have to use the caravan, I've got two dormancy pocketbook and a king-size eiderdown in there, the only tricky bit is getting fix for bed. With the luminance out and the blind down you can't see a affair anyway, so one gets ready while the other is in the shower room doing teeth etc. then swap, sleeping bag each and with the duvet over the top we should be quite a little warm enough."
"I'll be safe enough ; I've been in the T.A. for 6 years, and I wouldn't want to remove me on !"
"Ah, the glorification of our armed violence, threatening poor innocent repose loving recycled hippies."I say, this raises a few chuckles and it seems as though no more doubtfulness are going to be asked of me or jennet, so in the suddenly silence I ask how the English 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 recitation and we are only missing one from the banding this week-end, Alan is coming down for the day Lord's Day but has to work Sabbatum, he is with the ambulance service, and they can't swop around like they could a few class back. We only have us eight camping, two are bed and breakfasting, and three are coming down for the day tomorrow and may also drive down again on Sunday. There isn't a lot happening with other local side, we all want more extremity but all that seems to be happening is more people are dancing with more than one side, doing border or molly on Sat and Cotswold on Sunday. Further afield I was told that Ely Border have had a bit of an uncivil war, charge and inexactitude flying about front, left and centre, a couple of them are with green Dragon tomorrow, and Littlebury seem to have snaffled the residual.
"Do you have any plans for dancing or playing in the future, I know its ahead of time sidereal day yet, but I have heard there is a waiting line to ask you to conjoin them but no-one wants to be so insensitive to be the first gear to ask. We have known each other for lo, nearly 20 years now and you know I don't have a sensitive off-white in my foreland, 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 conceive I'm past it now."
"You didn't pull up your water one shot by hand again, hold up year we told you to take heed to yourself and to, quote, crop smarter not harder, unquote, it wouldn't cost ten pence of diesel engine to drive round and back, if you can haul that lot without having a heart attack you are more than fit enough to keep up with us."
"It's not keeping up with you, you fat sodomist ; it's keeping up with that immature ‘ un that going to induce 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 side of meat we had danced with this week-end and it didn't surprise me that Ken would be the foremost to ask, now should I reward him for his courage for asking low gear or penalize him for his insensitiveness.
"The question is should I reward you for your courage for asking get-go or punish you for your insensitivity. As my minor know I don't go in for a lot of punishment, tip by object lesson is loose than punishment in my Scripture, so you won't get a straight 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 quit trying to make me think of the past and get back to here and now. Any requests that do not require booze, anatomical impossibilities, or me singing ?"
"I want to get wind you sing, what have you to offer for my entertainment ?"Said jennet, looking me in the eye with a bit of a grinning on the second one-half of the question, no, it's the wine kicking in it couldn't have been any form of flirting, could it ?
At this dot Richard leaves the awning to comments about the summit of the nettles and other gossip about ‘ taking away the pain but leave the swelling ’.
"He'll be back in a minute, just checking on the children in the wagon train, I checked just before you arrived, we have this varan device, grasp of 30 m, but we both like to take tour to check."Convention dictates that the host starts us off and orchestrate proceeding, so it's up to Ken to start us off,"what's it to be, sea birdcall and shack first time round as usual, then another theme next prison term beat ?"
"Yes that's normal,"Says Ken as he launches straight into ‘ Dixie Commonwealth of Australia'he has the part for this one, it needs a bit of power to help abstract the chorus.
Why is it every song he knows lasts less than two mo, he probably wrote pop birdsong in the sixties, most of them struggled to last three minutes ? At this point Richard returns."All serenity"he whispered to Kath.
Next to Ken is Sue, I expect her to pass, but if she does she will have to sing side by side time and she may not have a relevant vocal. To my surprise she starts to sing ‘ The Leaving of Liverpool'that's a new one for her since Tenterden, it's a long one, going on to six moment at an average speeding. Harry gets to go next, and pin with ‘ Drunken sailor ’, a few rhyme will be added that don't appear in the shanty Bible, some may bring a bit of colour to an innocents impudence, it is always fun to see who colours up ! Val's turn next and she plays Portsmouth on her melodeon, giving it the Oldfield treatment, bounteous chords, and faster as it trips along, the rest of us starts drumming on the table to encourage her along. This provokes a few quick grabs for glasses as the tabular array relocation in sentence with the medicine, much more fun than sitting around in the van."I can't compete with that, I pass"says Kath.
"That means you have to sing one next fourth dimension rung no topic what paper is selected"
"If it gets circle to me again, it's getting on for 9-30 now, I'm going to check over on the children and get to bed myself at ten o clock."
"I only bang a drum"says Richard, what kind of matter are you expecting from me ?
"Its sing, say or play, sing a birdcall, say a bit of poetry or assure a story, or play a tune."Ken replies."This is their beginning camp out with a Morris side, they've never been to a sing-around or opened mic night before, and to me it seems strange that modern grownup could have led such a sheltered existence."
"The lone bit of verse I know is something I learnt at schooling thirty old age ago."
"That'll do"we say practically in unison.
With a bit of a falter in his spokesperson be begins ;


Quinquireme of Nineveh from removed Ophir,
row family to haven in sunny Palestine,
with a cargo of ivory, and copycat and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedar tree forest, and sweet Caucasian wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shoring,
With a cargo of diamonds, Emeralds, amethysts,
topaz, and cinnamon, and Au moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked Mary Jane pot,
butting through the Channel in the mad March solar day,
with a cargo of River Tyne coal, road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

"Hands up those that learned that as a second year at secondary schoolhouse"says Ken.
Only jennet, Andy and Lisa fail to kindle a hand.
"hired man up those that still remember the author and deed"
I remember it was by John John Masefield, but don't remember the title of respect, only two hands stay up ; Richards and ken."Hurrah for secondary Bodoni education, pity we scrapped it over xxx years ago."Said Ken,"loading's by John John Edward Masefield for those who want to make out, and here ends the last moral for today. It's rung to your turn Andy."
Andy goes straight into a The Islands by Ralph Mc William Tell, a smashing vocal about The Braer oil tanker disaster in the Shetland Islands in, I think, 1993. That gets him a troll of applause ; he has a good part 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 whiskey jigs, quite fast and well worth listening to and then without me really hearing the passage it slows down to the Skye Boat Sung. There is applause all bout for that, and after Ken winked at me he posed the expected dubiousness,"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 knowledge that I also won't be here when it comes pear-shaped 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 comments dog me out the awning.
"Ok normal service has been restored, thanks whoever did the wine,"Jenny nods to me,"fourth dimension for another Fairport connective, and in accord with the sea theme I will do ‘ award and Praise ’, the guitar music is a bit dodgy 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 gentle to play standing, and breathing for tattle is also a lot easier, sitting down I just can't get sufficiency 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 strings, especially as I use extra loose chain, but after that it hardly drifts at all."
"On a all right summers morning we lay at the Quay,
The holds were filled high with the gem of the sea,
So that they could be transported by men such as we,
To homeland and for king. Etc ... ... ....
I like this song, well, I like all the Sung dynasty and music I play, wasted travail to act clobber you don't like. I finish the song without too many mistakes, a bit of mollify applause follows,"Thank you, it didn't go as well as I had hoped but I am going to blame the booze. So on that bank bill, it must be close to knocking off time 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 brewage, sorted the bedding out, and done our ablutions it will be getting on bit."I put my guitar away, pick up my melodeon in its bag, Jenny folded the chairs and took the glass, passing mine to me to fetch up off, that done I passed it back. There was about half a glass of wine left in the vesica,"Ken, you can finish this off, ok ? See you tomorrow, quietus tight and all that."
It is still drizzling quite steadily so we walk smartly up the field back to my van, unzipping the awning, I usher William Le Baron Jenny in low gear and be interior, I put the guitar on the mesa and grope my way across to the van door so I can flip on the awning light, once we can see, I unlock the van door and going in put my melodeon on the bed, while I am in I turn on the gas room heater, back in the sunblind, I set the chairman up, institutionalize Jenny in and travel along her with my guitar,"we don't have a lot of blank, could you get on the bed for a minute, while I put these away and find the duvet ”. William Le Baron Jenny slips her shoes off and crawls onto the bed and turns round to present me from a kneeling position, she looks very cute like that, and I smile at her, pulling the duvet out of the under bed storehouse locker is a bit of a battle but it finally comes out. I then overrule out and lifting my guitar from the bed, slip it under the bed to the front of the van leaving quad for the melodeon behind it but far enough under to be prophylactic from getting kicked.
"Do you go for another drink or a cup of tea,"I ask.
"I wouldn't mind another glass of wine-colored if you have any and some more music, if it isn't too late for you."
"It isn't too tardy for me, we will all be up later tomorrow night, they are dancing most of tomorrow and so Friday nighttime isn't normally a late night. Above your head in the middle cupboard there are a couple of wine-colored boxes, take your pick, I will sort the music"
"I was hoping you might sing a few more than call, last music is much nicer than recorded."
"Having put the cat's-paw away, it will have to be a cappella, if you auricle are up to it, any portion with the wine yet,"she passes the box to me to open,"I'll open it shall I"I say with a smile and a lifted supercilium. 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 weak I note which one has a touch of lipstick or lip gloss, just a pinkish touch, but enough for her to identify her previous glass. They are large eyeglasses, so I only three quarters fill them, putting hers on the fridge unit, to her right, I drop to my stifle and putting my glass on the unit near the blast, noticing the fire I ask if she is thawing out ok,"yes thanks, it soon warms up in here."On hearing that I turn the firing down a bit, the temperature won't drop-off but won't rise as quickly.
"You requested a song, so what sort of call would you like to hear ?"
"Can you continue the sea Song subject ? The songs I heard early were worry, as Dad had a connection."
"Yes, no job, first is a ballad by The Jolly Rogers it's called ‘ Wicked'
"I sailed on the Charles a comely privateer,
And our pay it was workweek overdue ... ..
... ... Captain Avery, that's me, says like hell."
"That's a nice song, not a nice floor what with colza and torture, but good."
"What's next,"Jenny asks,
"One from you, please."
"As I said, I can't sing, I can't maneuver, and I don't know any poetry."
"rightfield, here begins your first singing object lesson, Do you know ‘ former one break of day ’,"“ No."
"Ok, I'll sing a line, we repeat the Lapplander line, and you sing the line."
"I don't know."
"Sing a line from Drunken Sailor ; it will give me a hint as to what key you are comfy in."
In a very balmy interpreter the first base occupation comes out very quietly, and it's not out of my comfort zona in the Bass register.
"Start again, and I'll join you. What shall we do with a sottish sailor boy, what shall we do with a sottish sailor, what shall we do with a bibulous straw hat early in the morning."
"That's good, try again with a bit more welly ! What shall we do with a sottish sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a sottish straw hat early in the morning."
"commodity, again, and carry on and add the wey-hays. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a sottish sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the dawning. 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 pony, with a bit more volume. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, What shall we do with a sottish 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.
What shall we do with a sottish sailor boy, what shall we do with a sottish sailor, what shall we do with a drunken leghorn early in the morning."This clip I harmonise on the wey-heys with long 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 tattle we raise our glasses to each early and reduplicate the exercise again.
"Do you still say you can't sing, that sounded pretty dependable to me, anyone can blab, it just takes a short recitation and a match of Quaker who will reach an honorable vox populi of what you sound like. Anyway for a ended change of subject, we do ask to get the sleeping bags and continental quilt sorted, and then we find another song or cause a brew and go to sleep. Do you sleep on your left hand or the right way English and do you prefer your boldness or back to the window."
"I think I sleep on my right field side, back to the window, that's cunning here with windows on all four sides.
"If you sleep that face you'll be facing the awning, with the screen and curtain, there won't be a lot of light getting in. Can you move off the sleeping bag so I can get at them delight ?"I unzip the two sleeping bags from each other, and zip them up as one. Arranged so that the zips are away from the centre of the bed with the duvet on top so that if either of us need to get up during the night it will have minimum noise to the other, in the halfway draw of the building block by the press are a duad of wind up torches that we won at a ceilidh a few years before and they still work, it beats groping around trying to find a switching for the master illumination."Do you want to try some more singing or have a cup of tea and catch some Z's ?"
"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 citizenry 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 opt to sleep, it has been a long and trying 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 mouth tomorrow, and some tea now might help."I have another rummage in the middle draw and then handwriting William Le Baron Jenny a new toothbrush,"this might help keep you feeling de-furred ”, I put the kettle on and go to the wardrobe to get one of my t-shirts to use as a nightshirt,"a blanched Faversham hop festival jersey is on top and I pass it across."Will this do to sleep in ?"Jenny holds it in spot in front of her, it covers all that needs to be covered but not a lot Sir Thomas More, and I've seen shortsighted skirts coming out of the nightspot in the town centre, she looks at me and smiles,"what do you call back of it ?"
"I don't believe I should contribute an fair belief because if I did you hear one heck of a clang as my nimbus fell off, and that would smash my reputation as a courteous 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 dependable with any of ... No I forgot your T.A. grooming, they might not be very safe,"At this Jenny starts to giggle,
"I was never in the T.A. I only said it to see what your chemical reaction would be, any sign of aggressiveness and I would have been out of here and down the town like a shot. Your risible reply was thoroughgoing for the occasion."The kettleful starts to whistle so I turn the gas off and make a pot of tea,
"One sugar, would you like it milky or normal,"
"Milky please, so that it goes straight down, thanks."I make mine the Saami,
"Would you like a cookie to go with this, I'm having a match to pluck up the drink."
"No thanks, it's not good for the figure after 8pm."
I have a couple of digestives and bring out a custard cream and snaffle that for afters, as I had seen jenny ass finish her tea, I downed mine quickly and after switching on the LED strip Light Within above the bed and turning the others off I then suggested,
"I'll go into the awning with my kindle and you can then use the bathroom and get make for bed, when you are in and ready tap on the window and I'll semen in for my tour, after a few pages there are half a XII strike from inside the van, I get up and turn off the kindle, the awning luminousness and after knocking once on the threshold, go inside. Jenny is in bed, lying on her back she lifts her head and says ;"it's all yours, thank you."In the bathroom, I have a airstrip wash, dry myself, and make clean my dentition, putting my underpants back on and after switching off the Light, take the rest of my clothes and put them on the tush 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 wind up blowlamp is where I can find it reach up and pull the cord to turn off the light.
"Just a import please,"says 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."
"Nox Night,"I reply and turn the light out.



Chapter Two
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I lie on my dorsum and rewind over the day, thinking of what I should have said if I could think a lot quicker. Ah the estate of what if ... I turn over onto my will face, with my cover to jennet, I can smell her and it relaxes me. It has been a while since I've had any female society in my sleeping accommodation and the presence of another body lends a flavour of security as it banishes any forlornness still hiding in the nook and chap of this inadequate old brainpower of mine. I am fully aware there is nothing sexual in the way I am feeling, it is an almost tribal feeling of belonging again, parting of the radical personal identity, I wonder why I keep drifting along these dry and stale rail of self analysis, why can't I just go with the menstruation.
I awake slowly to the sound of soft crying, 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 left arm under the continental quilt allow it to come to rest over jenny ass's waist outside her dormancy bag, her crying reduces to a whimpering sniffling auditory sensation but doesn't block, she must be awake and miserable, what should I do and also what will she do ? A while later, it could experience been two minutes it might hold been ten, as I was drifting off again, I felt her move and a few second later her arm was holding mine close to her, and I felt her hand feeling for mine, when her search was successful her digit 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 sound of the watchword'thanks'came into my mind, and then I was away with the faeries. The succeeding time I awoke it was probably around six a.m. first lighting was trying to make its way into the van and I needed the bath, my arm was still around Jenny's waist and we still had our fingerbreadth interlaced, despite the blue-blooded of bowel movement William Le Baron Jenny also woke,"morning, what's up ?
"Sorry to disturb you but I have to make a tiddle, otherwise things are going to get a bit deaden around here."
I don't trouble with the farting up woolly mullein, there is sufficiency light to see my way to the toilet without kneeling on Jenny's legs and as I open the privy door, a lot of faint 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 conk out swarm, not raining and funnies of sunlight are coming between the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to the E of us, getting on for six or fourth part past, I think to myself and begin to inquire how I can estimate accurately when I haven't worn a picket except for high days since I stopped punching the factory clock as a salary slave eight years ago. I close the window to venthole 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 terrible lot better now, thanks for holding me live dark I really was feeling low, yesterday lunchtime I was looking forward to a weekend away with my boyfriend, and it all went improper, why can't something go right for me ? I'm twenty five and never had a weekend away with a feller I'm not ugly or smelly, am I ? Why can't I find a comme il faut fellow and keep him for a while ?
"That's an abominable lot of questions for this early in the morning ; do you fancy getting up having a tea and then talking, or coming here and let me hold you for another hr or two ? She looks at me as though I had a nookie loose, then grinning and says,
"You come back down where you were and hold me."I finish my fitful head trip into my bag and turn over to hold her, I am surprised to find she has unzipped her bag halfway and has it rolled behind her so that I am holding her through a tee shirt, not through the sleeping bag ; again her fingers intertwine with mine, this feels sooo nice, it makes me remember of meter by, just holding in friendship, us against the world -well our little bit of it.

When I was in my late teen I always seemed to be taking the part of excited advisor to any one of half a dozen 13 to 15 year old girls, who shared a hobby with my brother and me, by their reckoning I was old enough to have it away, but too old to be interested in them as girl, so I was trusted with a lot of hooey that they couldn't or wouldn't tell their parents.

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

... .The fairyland have abandoned me in a skillful warm harbour, my hand is now on bare skin, I don't think I put it there, so I gently stroke her stomach and as I nuzzle in towards her neck she stirs and turns to face me,"Why are you so secure to me ?"
"Why are you so replete of questions in the morning, do you spend all night thinking them up ?"
"Why do you answer a doubtfulness with a interrogative sentence ?"
"It's a defence mechanism, it gives me time to try and make sense of a nonsense interrogative sentence. I don't think I am being good to you in particular ; I may be being good to mortal who deserves it. So to answer your question with yet another, how do you define ‘ being good'in your state of affairs ? And how do you put to work out what you deserve ? Finally, are you fix for a brew and breakfast ?
"Yes please."


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