Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1275.

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1275
by Angharad

Copyright © 2011 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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We returned home just before Stella, who had squabbled with Gareth. Billie had managed to stay out of it but had felt embarrassed to see two adults going at it hammer and tongs, and they weren’t Simon and I.

“Silly sod, we checked the curtains–most of them were old when the Normans came over. They’re not really suitable for you to alter anyway.”

This was news to me, she hadn’t mentioned me altering curtains before. Rather than add fuel to the fire I just let her rant.

“I mean, we’re like moving him from an ancient thing with tiny little windows and ten foot thick walls, to a relatively modern house with large windows...”

“And paper thin walls?” I suggested.

“Yes–no, the walls are substantial enough.” She stated but I wasn’t so sure, her voice could probably penetrate the ten foot thick walls of his cottage.

“It’s like a cave,” she continued.

“The new house?” I asked winding her up.

“No the old one,” she shook her head in disbelief at my apparent stupidity.

“The one with the resident troll next door?”

She looked at me for a moment and the edges of her mouth cracked in a smile, “Yes, exactly.”

“Did you enjoy helping Auntie Stella?” I asked Billie after Stella had gone to swoon or lie down or something.

“It was okay,” she said obviously not saying all she could.

“Until they started squabbling?”

“Yes,” then she burst into tears, “It wasn’t at all nice then, Mummy.”

I hugged her and patted her back, “I’m afraid getting married and moving house are both very stressful events, put them together and they make it very, very stressful. So even saintly persons like Auntie Stella and Gareth will be prone to squabble.”

“Saintly? Auntie Stella?” she looked up at me.

“I was being ironic.”

“Does that mean you were joking?”

“Effectively, yes.”

“Jokin’ about what?” asked Trish breezing through.

“That’s between Billie and I.”

“Suit yourself,” she walked by muttering under her breath, “That’s between Billie and I–hah.”

Billie looked at me and we both started giggling. At times, Trish can be very unaware of what she says or does and the affect on others. I remember her once asking me what ironic meant, and when she walked off she was muttering, “Ironic, moronic, Byronic, gin and tonic...” I practically had to stick my shoe in my mouth to stifle my laughter. She absorbs words and facts like a sponge but she does tend to muddle them because she works so quickly. If she could slow her mouth a fraction, she’d be lethal, she is so clever.

“Did they decide to save anything after all?”

“Don’t think so, Mummy. Auntie Stella said you were going to alter curtains for her or make new ones.”

“Did she now?”

“I don’t remember her asking you.”

“Peculiarly enough, neither do I.”

“She takes you for granted, doesn’t she, Mummy.”

“A bit, sometimes.”

“That’s wrong isn’t it?”

“Not always, sometimes when you really know someone, you can pretty well predict what they are going to do or say.”

“Are you and Daddy like that?”

“Sometimes, but if we think we’re being taken for granted we tend to say something.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know if it’s good or bad, but that’s what we try to do.”

“That’s what I shall do when I’m a married lady.”

“Oh, so who are you going to marry then?” I pretended to be all conspiratorial.

“There’s this boy like, and I think he fancies me, ‘cos he’s always watchin’ when we do sports.”

“Is he watching you or just young women running about?”

“I don’t know, but he like spoke to me when I had to get the ball back.”

“Oh you were playing football?”

“Yeah–I’m rubbish compared to Trish and Danny, but sometimes it’s nice to get out in the fresh air.”

“Which is why I like cycling.”

“Yeah, I do too, can we have a ride at the weekend?”

“Shall we see what the weather is first, and I hate to say it, what everyone else wants to do.”

“I’ll bet Auntie Stella will want you to make the curtains–she said you were a good sewer.”

“How are you spelling that?”

“Sewer?” I nodded. “S-e-w-e-r.”

“That also spells the thing which runs from the toilet.”

“Oh does it?”

“We usually call people who sew, seamstresses or needlewomen, unless they’re men of course but it is less common for men to sew than women. Usually they do embroidery if they do sew.”

“What, men do?”

“Only a few do it, but some of them have been quite famous sea captains or generals.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t have expected men like that to sew, Mummy.”

“You should never judge a book by its cover.”

“Yes I do, if the cover looks crap, I won’t read it.”

“But the saying is that you shouldn’t, because most of the time the cover is drawn by someone other than the author.”

“Yeah, but it gives you an idea of what it’s about, doesn’t it?”

“Perhaps, but the artist’s idea may be different to the author’s or the reader’s.”

“Yeah, it could be.”

“The aphorism...” I watched her eyes glaze over. “The meaning of such a saying is more than just about books. It also applies to people. If you see someone who is all scruffy and dirty you tend to avoid them in case they smell or have some horrible disease.”

“Or are going to rob you.”

“Quite; but they may just be scruffy and dirty because they’ve been working in the garden or allotment, or they might be farmers or cleaning the car.”

“Even if they’re carrying half a dozen bags an’ have a scruffy dog with them?”

Feeling that I might stir up some unfortunate stereotypes I tried to steer the conversation to pastures new.

“Have you seen Danny yet?”

“No, it’s getting dark, so he can’t still be playin’ football can he?”

“I doubt it, can you give his mobile a ring and see where he is? I need to get dinner started.”

Billie went off and came back a couple of minutes later. “He’s not answering, Mummy, shall I go and look for him?”

“Don’t go beyond the drive.”

“Yes, Mummy.” She pulled her coat on and went out to look for him.

Danny can be a bit remiss at times, in that he forgets when he’s involved in something to let us know where he is. I wondered if that had happened today. I decided to try myself. I clicked his name on my mobile and it told me his number was unavailable. I was trying not to worry. He was old enough to look after himself in most situations, and could run quite fast for those he couldn’t handle. I returned to making the dinner.

“Where’s my assistant?” asked Stella coming back downstairs.

“She’s gone to look for Danny.”

“They’re quite close those two, aren’t they?”

“Sometimes, not as much as they used to be, but they do care about each other because they were together in the home.”

“D’you know what that cheeky little mare said to me?”

“No, but I suspect my ignorance will be relieved any moment.”

She gave me a funny look, “I said you’d make my new curtains for me, and that cheeky little minx asked if I’d asked you. I mean.”

“And have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Asked me?”

“What for, you’re my sister.” She strutted out of the kitchen before I could think of a reply.

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