Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1122.

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1122
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“Where’s Danny?” I asked the girls after Trish and I got the dinner on the go.

“Daddy went to collect him,” said Livvie barely looking up from her computer.

“Oh, and would someone care to tell me why?”

“He was playing football for the school,” offered Billie, “He did tell you–anyhow, Daddy went to watch him.”

“Oops, I clean forgot,” I blushed and felt so guilty.

“Does that mean you’d have dirty remembered?” queried our very own genius.

“Eh?” I asked absently, and dashed back to the kitchen. I’d written something on the calendar, I’m sure I had. I checked–oh shit, he is too. Damn, it’ll be over now.

Moments later Tom appeared, followed by Simon and Danny. “Hello, sweetheart, how did you get on?” I asked my son.

“As if you cared,” he said dumping his bag on the kitchen floor and running up the stairs.

“I forgot,” I mouthed to Simon.

He nodded, “I only remembered because Tom reminded me.”

“I’ve got so out of meetings and diaries, I must be more disciplined.”

“Let’s face it, Babes, you’re busy much of the time. Anyway, the good news is, I’m relocating the office to Portsmouth.”

“Oh, are you?”

“I thought you’d be pleased–Dad wasn’t.”

“Well, of course I’m pleased–especially if that means you’ll be home more often.”

“That’s the idea, babes, now shall I go and have a word with that young man?”

“If you could that it would be wonderful–but don’t be hard on him will you, he’s finding it tough at the moment in a household which is rather skewed towards females.”

“Nah, I was gonna do some male bonding with him, and tell him that you do get very busy and can’t remember everything.”

“Thank you, darling.” I kissed him and we hugged before he went up to see Danny and I checked the dinner.

Trish laid the table in the kitchen and I began to dish up, sending one of the girls up to tell Simon that dinner was served. He came down a couple of minutes later with Danny, who looked rather tearful.

I placed my hand on his shoulder, “Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

He hugged me and apologised for being rude earlier, I glared at Simon who simply shrugged and shook his head–implying he wasn’t responsible for this.

I asked Stella to continue dishing up whilst I walked Danny out of the kitchen and into the dining room. “Are you sure everything is alright?”

“Yes, Mummy, I’m sorry I was cheeky earlier–but I so wanted you at my football game.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, it went completely out of my head–next time apart from writing it on the calendar, can you remind me the day before.”

“I did, Mummy,” he rolled his eyes, “you even packed my kit for me, didn’t you?”

“No, that wasn’t me,” if it was I’m worse than I thought, “I think Jenny might have done it for you.”

“Oh, I thought you had, because of the chocolate bar wrapped in my towel.”

“No, I told Jenny that I always do that for all of you. Anyway, what happened with your match?” I asked him.

“We lost, but I scored a goal, they got a penalty in extra time–their player dived too.”

“Tell me about the goal you scored,” I insisted and he did. In the end he had to cut it short because all the others were waiting to tuck into their steak and kidney casserole, so we had to go back to the table. He seemed to cheer up after that, so when he was told about Trish scoring her hat-trick, he was suitably impressed and actually praised her.

I heard them talking after dinner was over, I was cleaning up in the kitchen and I don’t think they were aware I could hear them.

“You scored three goals–you musta changed, if anyone passed a ball anywhere near you at the home, you’d scream and run away.”

“So? I didn’t feel like it then.”

“You do now then, do you?”

“Not really, but Mummy made me promise to do my best–I did.”

“Yeah, but that’s against girls,” Danny brought her down to reality.

“Yeah so? I’m a girl too, remember?”

“Yeah, I know, but you weren’t in them days.”

“I was, or wanted to be–they kept confiscating any girl’s stuff I had.”

“You stole it from the other girls.”

“It was the only way I could get some.”

“It was still theft, Trish.”

“Alright, already–what else was I supposed to do–no one would believe me until Nora came, she was a bit better.”

“Seeing as she got you one or two things and allowed you to wear them and stopped the other kids beating you up, I think things were a lot easier.”

“Yeah, until I like, came here, and Mummy and the other grown-ups were just so nice. D’you know I’ve never been a boy in this house.”

“Yeah, whatever turns you on. Still, three goals–pretty good going.”

“Except, they like, want me to play for the school team next week.”

“’Course they do.”

“I don’t wanna, like do it.”

“Why not–you could get school colours by the summer?”

“Don’t wannem.”

“Why not?”

“What if people start to say I’m a boy?”

“Oh yeah–I forgot–will that ever be finished?”

“Not till I’ve had surgery to make me like Mummy.”

“If you’re as pretty as Mummy, I’ll ask you out myself.”

At this point I found it necessary to go out to the utility room and load the washing machine before my head got too big to get through the door.

“Babes,” called Simon from the kitchen.

“I’m doing the laundry.”

“Where did I put my watch?”

“Wherever you left it.”

“I know that–but where was that?”

“You put it down, Simon, why am I supposed to know where it is?”

“Do you know where it is?”

“Yes, on the window sill by the kitchen sink.”

“See, I knew you’d know.”

“Yes, dear.” I only knew because I’d shifted it when I wiped down the sink and draining boards–which was where he’d left it, stupid man.

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