Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 998.

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 998
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“I don’t want you to retire, Daddy,” I told him, although I suppose after I’d ignored his wishes I could hardly expect him to consider mine.

“I may no’ hae a choice, they ken it wis me wha telt the paper.”

“Tell them I changed my mind.”

“I wish you would, Cathy,” Gareth complained.

“Sorry, I’ve made my mind up–the kids come first.”

“I thought you were a career woman,” opined Stella wiping the pizza crumbs from her face with her napkin.

“I am.”

“Well you’re missing out on the biggest single step in it, aren’t you?” she challenged, and Gareth nodded.

“Well that’s my loss, isn’t it?”

“And that of women in general.”

“How do you work that out?” I replied to Stella’s unexpected feminist attack.

“How many women lead international teams of scientists?”

“I have no idea, and to be honest, I don’t exactly care.”

“Ooh, Cathy, how can you be so unsympathetic?”

“Oh shut up, Stella–you’re a convenient convert to the cause, aren’t you?”

“Ooh, listen to Mother Theresa.” Stella switched to sarcasm.

“Look, I’ve made my decision, why can’t you all accept and respect it?”

“Because we think you could have done better.” Stella was not going to let things rest, which coming from her, irritated more than sitting in a nettle patch. Don’t ask me how I know.

“I don’t keep asking you why you don’t go back to nursing, because I respect your right to choose.”

She gave me a filthy look and flounced out of the room, one down two to go. Trish came and stood by me.

“I’m glad my mummy isn’t going to be going away all the time.”

“So am I,” said the two boys and the other two girls.

“I respect your right to choose,” said Julie, trying to keep everyone on board, including Gareth, at who she was making eyes, and who was totally ignoring her.

“Right you lot, time for bed.” It was a bit early, but I felt knackered and couldn’t go myself until they were in bed.

The phone rang, Julie answered it, “It’s Daddy.”

I took the cordless handset and walked into the lounge for a little privacy. “You been trying to get me, Babes?”

“Yes, where have you been?”

“One of my team was leaving, so we all went out for dinner.”

“You’re back early?”

“Well, I want to be down for Livvie’s party, and I’ve got a few things to do first thing.”

“Have you? Oh well, see you at the hotel then.”

“What did you ring for?”

“Oh, I’ve made a decision now.”

“On what?”

“A job offer, why?”

“Who with?”

“The UN.”

“As in United Nations?”

“No, as in unlisted numbskulls–what else?”

“What do they want you for?”

“They’re starting an investigation into the ecology of the planet, I was asked to lead the European team.”

“Congratulations.”

“What for?”

“The new job.”

“I turned it down.”

“Playing them for a pay rise, are you–clever girl.”

“No, I said I didn’t want it.”

“Why ever not–wouldn’t it look rather good on your CV.”

“Underneath child neglect and poor mothering skills?”

“What are you on about, Babes?”

“We have five children.”

“I can count to five, I’m a banker.”

“They need someone to look after them until they either grow up or leave home or both.”

“Yeah, I’ve also been a child, I know about these things.”

“Children need parents–the reason we have them all here is that they need us.”

“Well you’d only be working, it’s hardly a lifetime’s commitment is it?”

“My commitment to them is unconditional.”

“Why do I feel like you’re trying to make me feel guilty?”

“I’m not but you’re only here at weekends most of the time.”

“Yeah, don’t you think I know that–I miss you all more than I can say, but someone has to do my job, and at my salary, we all enjoy the benefits.”

“Yes, I know darling, I’m not criticising, I’m saying one of us needs to be here, and as you have a commitment to your job and to the family business, it has to be me–and I’m not too displeased with that–I like being with our kids.”

“So it’s goodbye to job prospects then?”

“No, I have plenty to do–and I’m beginning to think there are more important things than a career. Being happy in what I do is one of them.”

“If you say so, Babes, but I thought saving the world was another.”

“There are loads of people who can help to save the world, it doesn’t especially need me–that was just an egoistic delusion.”

“Can you put that in writing so when you’ve changed your mind next week, I can show it to you?”

“Simon, aren’t you supposed to be supporting me?”

“Yeah, to the tune of a couple o’ thousand a month, why?”

“I meant, morally and emotionally backing my decision, that sort of thing.”

“Oh I do, Babes, but when someone else is doing it, I don’t want you grumbling what a mess they’re making, and you would have done it better.”

“I don’t do that, do I?”

“Not all the time no: look, I need to go I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, darling, I love you.”

“Yeah, okay, see ya.”

I wondered if he had someone else, he doesn’t seem to be half as affectionate as he usually is. I know I keep on about this, and my being less than perfect and then he denies it and reassures me I’m perfect for him. But I do worry, I’d be lost without him.

“Mummy, we’re ready for our story now,” Trish was in her pyjamas and poking me on the hip.

“Have you cleaned your teeth?”

She bared them at me and I could see bits of toothpaste on the edges of her lips.

“Come on then, sweetheart, do you know what you want me to read?”

“Can we do Twice Upon A Time?”

“Of course we can.”

As we went upstairs I saw Gareth and Stella were in deep conversation, so maybe my hints had done some good. Trish pulled at my hand and I settled down to begin reading the children’s story set in the Second World War.

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