Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1100.

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1100
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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On the Monday, I contacted the school and left a message for the headmistress or school secretary to call me back. At about eleven, the headmistress rang.

“Hello, Sister Maria, you remember my new daughter, Billie, well if your offer still holds, I’d like to enrol her at the convent.”

“The offer still stands, Lady Cameron, and if I remember she has a similar plumbing anomaly to Trish?”

“Very succinctly put.”

“I’ll arrange for the forms to be sent to you, I hope she’ll like it and settle in as well as her sisters–I’m afraid if she doesn’t you will be liable the whole term’s fees.”

“Yes, I understand, will you send me a list of what the uniform needs are again?”

“I will, indeed.”

“Thanks, that’s one more thing off my list.”

“I look forward to welcoming all four of your daughters next month.”

“In a few years there could be another one.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I have care of a baby, whose parents actually were Catholics, so assuming she’s still with me she’ll come to you as well.”

“I hope you’re having her baptised.”

“Not for the moment–I just haven’t got time, besides I’ll have to check if she’s already been done.”

“How old is she?”

“Three or four weeks.”

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph, that is young.”

“Sadly, her parents are both dead and the mother asked me to look after her.”

“Goodness! See, your fame as a Good Samaritan spreads far an’ wide.”

“I think my reputation as a soft touch is probably even more widespread.”

“You are far too self-deprecating. Is the baby taking to the bottle?”

“I don’t know, at the moment I’m feeding her myself.”

“You’re breast feeding her?”

“Yes.”

“But I thought you said...”

“Yes, I did–but somehow it started spontaneously.”

“The Lord be praised, this is a minor miracle.”

“Well please keep it under your hat, I don’t want it generally known what’s happened.”

“God moves in mysterious ways, Lady Catherine.”

“So I’m told.”

“Maybe all those miracles you perform for others has caused another to made for you. You certainly deserve it.”

“I see it rather more mundanely than that, but if miracles are being given, then the recipient is the baby more than I, and after losing the rest of her family, she deserves a break.”

“Indeed she does, poor little mite.”

“I’ll await the forms.”

“I’ll post them meself,” she assured me and I rang off.

Next I spoke briefly with my GP and asked him to call me back. He did at the end of his surgery. After a quick chat, he offered to come by on his way home for lunch, which he did.

He examined me and the baby, and concluded she was okay, and that I indeed was producing milk in sufficient quantity to feed her. He also agreed to take her on as a patient. He spoke to most of the other children and agreed that Billie seemed to look far happier as a girl. I explained about the new school, and he grimaced–"I know what the fees are like, I’ve got two at a private school.”

“You could have stayed for lunch,” I said as he was leaving.

“I think you have enough to do, besides, I have to walk the dog.”

“You must be a dedicated pet lover,” I teased.

“Me? No, I need the walk more than him, it de-stresses me, so I do it morning, noon and night.”

“I use a bicycle for the same thing.”

“With seven children, how do you find time to ride a bike?”

“With difficulty.” I smiled and shrugged. He left, urging me not to overdo things. I promised him I was looking for some help around the house.

After lunch, I sent an advert to the local paper requesting a box number. It went:

Help needed running a busy professional household, with several children. Experience necessary, references required. Will need to be cleared by a CRB check. Apply in writing with CV to Box no. ???

Later on, Maureen appeared and I asked her about converting the room above the old stables into a small flat. She knew a builder who could do it. I asked her to get me a quote. I’d spoken of doing this before with Tom, who’d agreed in principle, but it was still his property and he’d need to agree. We couldn’t extend the house, it was a listed building, grade II. I suspected the stables were too, but with Maureen on the job, I felt sure we could get someone to do a decent job and not annoy the planning authority. I decided if we could offer accommodation, we’d find it easier to fill the vacancy–although that in itself created new complications as well. I would have to get any sort of lease organised by the solicitor, and it needed to be tied to the job. The last thing I needed was someone in the flat who was no longer doing the job, because evicting tenants can be a real pain.

Some of you might wonder what happened to Simon’s cottage–well, he let it out and had trouble with one tenant who defaulted on the rent but refused to accept the eviction notice we tried to serve on him.

I’m not sure how Simon got rid of him in the end, and I’m not sure I want to know. What I do know is how exercised Simon was by the experience and how close he was to murdering the individual, who was a right pain.

The people in there now are delightful and no problem at all. Mind you, I’d been lucky with the tenants of Des’s old place–so far they’d been model ones. Mind you, he worked at Bristol University, a reader or something.

I fed the baby–I was getting used to sopping wet nipples and using pads. I expressed some milk most days and there was still plenty for tiny wee. In a few more weeks, the younger children could help me feed her with a bottle, but for the moment it was adults only, which included Julie.

She was a bit of help around the house but I informed her she was doing beauty and hairdressing at college from September. She flounced about the place but I held firm, and eventually she agreed to give it a go. I wasn’t sure how committed she was to anything but lazing about and tongue wrestling with Leon, but then she is a teenager. Although some of those are absolutely driven to achieve something with their lives, Julie wasn’t one.

“Well you did alright, marrying into money.”

“I have two degrees, Julie, and I worked full time until fairly recently, and still have part time jobs with the survey and the bank.”

“Both of those are a doddle aren’t they–money for old rope.”

“Are they? I spend a couple of hours a day doing them, usually after you’ve gone to bed. No, the money Simon pays you lying in your bed when you’re supposed to be helping me, now that is a doddle.

“Perhaps you will find some man to keep you in your idleness, but I doubt it–so as I have a commitment to at least making you qualified to earn your own way in this world, you are going to college to learn a skill.”

“I think I wanna do tattooing and piercing.”

“Fine, but you’re doing hair and beauty first.”

“What if I don’t wanna do it?”

“I’ll cut off your allowance and only feed and clothe you for work you do at home. Oo,h and I’ll only pay the minimum rate.”

“Now you’re getting mean.”

“No, I’m getting tough. You don’t seem to learn the easy way, so I’m going to make you do it the hard way–it’s your choice, but learn you will.”

“Wanna bet?” she mouthed as she left.

“I’m willing to bet your room here, that you mend your ways or look for another billet. I can let your room to my new help.”

She burst into tears and ran up the stairs slamming the door.

“Wassamatta with Julie?” asked Trish.

“I just gave her a reality check.”

“Wassat?”

“Okay, basically I told her if she didn’t shape up, she could ship out.”

“You can’t do that, Mummy. you promised us we had a home for life with you?”

“I promised you a home for as long as you needed one. in return, you lived by my rules. Julie seems incapable of doing so, so I’ve given her a final warning.”

“But you can’t throw her out, Mummy.” now Trish was in tears.

“I didn’t say I was going to throw her out, I implied it, because I wanted to get her attention. Now she might listen.”

That night I was just putting the baby down after a late feed when I thought I heard the front door close. I ran downstairs and the chain wasn’t on it. Someone had gone out. I couldn’t see anyone in the drive. I raced upstairs and checked all the rooms, Julie’s bed hadn’t been slept in and there was a note on it.

‘You made me do this. J.’

Oh great, just what I need, I picked up the phone and called the police.

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