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(aka Bike) Part 1128 by Angharad Copyright © 2010 Angharad
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Later that evening Simon phoned and I told him about the stolen boots. “What d’you expect, it’s a council school.”
“Yes, well I went to one of those as well, so don’t get all elitist on me. Not everyone wants to go to Eton and the Household Cavalry, even if they are stupid chinless wonders.”
“Eton and the Household Cavalry? Good gracious, woman, casting nasturtiums like that, what happens the next time we need HM escorted to parliament or trooping the colour?”
“Perhaps the Queen could catch a bus, like lots of other Londoners, it would be quite a novelty for her and she’s eligible for a bus pass at her age–perhaps she doesn’t know about free bus passes for pensioners; although I’ve heard tell she has an eye for a bargain–and they don’t come better than gratis.”
“This is sedition, ol’ girl, if MI5 are listening you’ll be locked up in the tower.”
“I doubt it, the local council would have to pay for the care of all our children, which would double the Budget Deficit.”
“Hmm, with this lot in power you might be right. Besides, it would be a first offence.”
“I do have the consolation that if they sentence me to be be-headed, because I’m the wife of a peer, they’d do it with a sword not an axe.”
“That’s a consolation?”
“Well yes, the sword can chop you in one hit, the axe can take several.”
“I don’t think I like this conversation, wee wifie o’mine.”
“It is a bit morbid, I suppose.”
“More than a bit, it’s positively full of morbidity.”
“Well okay, let’s talk about lessbid, then.”
“About lesbians?” he asked in a very perplexed manner.
“Lesbians? Who mentioned lesbians–I didn’t.”
Just then Trish walked past, “Lesbians? Billie said she would probably be a lesbian. What’s a lesbian, Mummy?”
I put my hand over the microphone of the handset. “If you didn’t know you wouldn’t be asking. Be off with you, you scallywag.” She disappeared giggling.
“Who was that?” asked Simon.
“It was Trish trying to yank my chain.”
“Oh, she’s a girl isn’t she?”
“Yes, I think that’s pretty well official these days.”
“You know what I mean, babes, so stop trying to pull mine. What are you planning to do about Danny’s boots?”
“Wait and see what the school does next. It’s Friday tomorrow, so they’ll have a weekend to sort themselves. I’ll start asking awkward questions on Monday.”
“I thought you were against the idea of using titles?”
“When it suits me, I’m happy to use them, and it seemed to impress the deputy headmaster. What I don’t understand is why the games master didn’t take Danny’s claim of theft seriously–so I’d like to meet him and ask him why.”
“Well don’t go pissing him off too much. He’s in a position to make life difficult for Danny.”
“If he does that, I’ll make all sorts of noises, including rude ones until he gets the message, I’ll also send Danny to a private school.”
“And who’s going to pay for all this?”
“How much money did you make today?”
“Before lunch a few hundred million.”
“Well then? I rest my case.”
“Ah, but I lost most of it after lunch.”
“So how much profit did the bank make from your connivances?”
“Twenty million, net I suppose.”
“And you’ll have a sizeable proportion of that.”
“A bit, shall we say, yes.”
“Your quarterly bonus would pay for all the kids to be schooled privately.”
“Just remember the kids are dirt cheap, it’s my wife who costs me a fortune.”
“I’ll remember that, darling, and make sure it’s true.”
He rang off before he had a nervous breakdown. He’s probably one of the most generous men on this planet, but he likes to have a moan–so I indulge him, then indulge myself–usually at his expense–and he has never once complained, but then Stella had pretty well trained him before I came along.
The next morning, Tom took the girls to school, Jenny cleared up after breakfast and I took Danny to school asking him to show me the way to the games teacher’s office. He was there, and I knocked and entered before he could say anything.
“Mr Bailey, I’m Danny Maiden’s mother.”
“Oh the boy I stuck in detention for fighting?”
“Yes, that Danny Maiden.”
“It’s school policy, and I did the same to the other boy as well.”
“I have no quarrel with you over that, but I do with the apparent theft of a valuable pair of football boots, which I’d only bought the day before.”
“He didn’t say anything about a pair of boots–mind you, you gotta watch them round ‘ere, they’d steal the milk from yer tea. Dunno why he didn’t say anything about them.”
“Apparently you wouldn’t let him say anything.”
“What, the little liar,” he went crimson in the face.
“Mr Bailey, Danny is many things, but a liar is not one of them.”
“You don’t know these kids like I do...”
“That is a patently absurd statement. He lives with me, I think I know him better than you.”
“You only see one side of him.”
“I think the same could be said for you–you only see the young man who lives and dies football, whose valuable boots were taken while he showered. Aren’t you supposed to supervise changing rooms?”
“I ‘ad to come and get something from the office–besides, it don’t do to hang around with thirty naked kids–gets you a bad name.”
I left him preserving his image as best he could–I didn’t think for one minute he was a pervert, just lazy and uninterested. I walked back towards the exit and bumped into Mr Edwards.
“Good morning, Mr Edwards.”
“Lady Cameron, how nice to see you again,” he lied.
“I went to have a word with Mr Bailey.”
“Just where I was going myself.”
“I’m sure you know the way.”
“I do, Lady Cameron, having worked here for twenty years, I think I do.”
“Any progress with Danny’s boots?”
“My investigations are still ongoing, Lady Cameron, but I’ll do my best.”
“I do hope so, Mr Edwards, I do hope so.” I said it in a way which almost made it a veiled threat. I hoped he got the message, because, if anyone could resolve this it was probably him.
I left and drove to the supermarket and did some shopping. I had stirred the pot sufficiently for the moment. I’d put the two teachers under pressure and led them to believe I’d keep the pressure on until I got a satisfactory resolution. It was all bluff, but they didn’t know that, did they?
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It's been a long day!
So go to bed early girl.
Hope you coped at the funeral.
Love and hugs.
Take care girl.
Beverly.
Knowing when to pull a punch
Hopefully it won't be necessary to actually take action, merely imply it.
Thanks for another episode, Ang.
Susie
Bike pt 1128.
Me, I think that Cathy will make them both rue letting Danny's boots get snatched. especially Edwards who could be running a scam with some boys and pocketing the profits.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Nice epsipode and i hope
Nice epsipode and i hope today wasn't too stressfull.
Maddy Bell
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Madeline Anafrid Bell
Interesting that Cathy did
Interesting that Cathy did not tell the teacher who she was other than Danny's Mum. Guess he will just about "crap his frillies" when the assistant head sees him and sets him straight. That would be fun to see.
Doth Protest Too Much
No, not the Lady.
In this case, I think it is the games master (gym teacher) who protests too much. Doesn't want to hang around thirty naked kids because of his reputation? Hmmmm... What exactly could that possibly mean?
Some attractions he's trying to hide?
And, what's this lying, and accusations of lying, all about? Is he covering up for his current teacher's "pet"?
I wonder if…
…the blustering and bumptious Mr Bailey will need clean knickers when the deputy headmaster reveals Cathy’s true identity?
Fun, innit?
I hope everything went well today, Ang.
Love from us both,
Hilary
Such morbidity
Such morbidity... Can't imagine what might have prompted it. (That said, I do appreciate seeing this episode, tonight.)
As to the school and the boots... It's a bit disturbing to have a teacher/coach saying so offhandedly that the kids are all thieves. *sighs* As to his reaction to a kid's mom... That did sound fairly normal. *sighs* Far to many parents come in saying "Little Johnny couldn't have done ..." and, they get their "defenses" up right away.
I'll be curious how that works out.
Thanks (& I hope you're well),
Anne
The sooner...
...Simon is able to move his office to Portsmouth, the better so that the parenting load can be shared.
It will be interesting to see how much extra pressure Cathy needs to exert on the case of the missing football boots.
Thanks A+B: I really appreciate your efforts to produce another Bikesode at this time.
Police Situations
Bike Resources
Bike Resources
Theft
Well, we all have seen that the cops are pretty worthless for most of the events in Cathy's life so far. But, I think she needs to file the report so that it is a matter of record. If they will steal the milk out of your tea, and no one is doing anything, just what IS going on? Seems the school is about as worthless as the cops. Maybe they need a bit of shaking up also.
Sports
No excuse for the theft. If the culprit could
notbe located on the day the boots were stolen
then all games should be cancelled
and the team disbanded. In a locker room
more people know, than the
actual thief, who took the boots.
There 's the steam pressure building.
They didn't seem like veiled threats, I thought it was a clear threat.
The muscles from Bristol may be warming up.
Cefin
PS: check my method of truth in the last comment.