Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1460

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1460
by Angharad

Copyright © 2011 Angharad
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“What are you crying for?” he asked looking bemused and sleepy.

“Just hold me,” I sobbed and thankfully he did just that. His body felt warm against mine and I felt protected in his strong arms. I leant my head on his shoulder and just inhaled his scent–that felt comforting too. If ten years ago someone had told me that smelling a man’s tee shirt would relax me, I’d have thought they were certifiable. I guess we all change somewhat with experience of life.

“C’mon, it’s only five o’clock let’s go back to bed for a couple of hours.” I let him lead me up the stairs and then cuddle into my back once we got into bed. I was asleep in moments and I was still in the land of nod at eight when the girls came in to see where we were.

I felt refreshed, considering how little sleep I’d had, unless of course I’d nodded in the chair and dreamt all that stuff about being beholden to some ancient crone. I didn’t remember eating any cheese last night, but something gave me that funny dream.

I gave the children breakfast and Danny went out to help Tom with the garden, Simon took Billie and Meems out with him–he wanted to go into town for something, and Livvie was helping Jenny with the laundry. I was giving Catherine a feed, which I presume was what Stella was doing upstairs with her baby when Trish came up to watch me.

“How come you didn’t go with your daddy?” I asked her.

“I didn’t want to.”

“Fair enough, I’m going to do some cleaning when this little monster has finished sucking me dry–you going to help me?”

“I s’pose so.”

“Don’t get too enthusiastic,” I said sarcastically.

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

“Just a moment young lady, you don’t speak to me like that–I’m your mother and deserve some respect.”

“You didn’t show any to the goddess, did you?”

I felt a cold shiver run down my back, “What d’you mean?”

“I saw you talking last night and you were quite cheeky to her.”

“I think you must have dreamt it, sweetheart.”

“No I didn’t, I heard you come downstairs and I was going to check you were alright. I waited in case Daddy came with you, but he didn’t so I came down and you were talking to someone. I peeped through the crack at the back of the door and there was some old lady here and you were being very off with her.”

“Was I now? Perhaps she was being unreasonable to me?”

“She was an old lady, so you should have shown her respect, Mummy. That’s what you teach us to do, and they say the same in school.”

“The old woman had come here without my request, and I was asking her to leave.”

“She was the goddess, Mummy.”

“I don’t care who she was, had I known you were watching, I’d have thrown her out.”

“No you wouldn’t, that would be very bad manners, besides she’d have done something nasty to you. She made you crash your car, and I don’t want you to get hurt again–it was horrible to see you in hospital when you didn’t know who you were and couldn’t see–you didn’t even know who I was.”

“I’m sorry to be such a disappointment to you, Trish, but I’m not at all happy about having some old crone telling me what to do.”

“You tell me what to do.”

“That’s different, I’m your mother, I’m responsible for you.”

“Maybe she’s ‘sponsible for you?”

“How can someone be responsible for me, I’m an adult, I’m autonomous.”

“That’s a big word, Mummy.”

“Sorry, kiddo, it means I’m able to take responsibility for myself which gives me some degree of freedom to do things.”

“Am I tonimouse too?”

“No, you’re still a child, so Daddy and I or anyone we designate as responsible makes decisions for you, like when you’re in school it’s your teachers who are responsible.”

“So if I do something wrong, it’s my teacher’s fault?” She smiled at this concept.

“Not quite, sweetheart. It would depend upon what you did wrong–I mean if you didn’t learn something properly, then it might be because someone didn’t show you how to do something properly.”

“They don’t, sometimes I have to show them how to do it properly–I mean there I was with Sister Lucrezia Borgia, and she was trying to tell me how I did my sums was wrong–I proved to her I wasn’t wrong, she was, my way was faster and better.”

“Why do I do these things–arguing with Trish I mean, she won’t listen or baffles me with some irrelevant sidetrack.”

“Yes I’m sure you did, dear, now back to the old woman–this is my house, so I can tell some uninvited visitor to leave if I want.”

“Would you have called a pleeceman?”

“I might have done.”

“That would have been a mistake.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“He wouldn’t have been able to see her–only girls can.”

“How d’you know?”

“She told me.”

“She spoke to you?”

“Yes, of course she did.”

This was news to me–“When?”

“Last night, but she’s come to see me before then.”

“Has she now?”

“Oh yes, Mummy, she told me I was far cleverer than you are–she said you were so obstinate you must be stupid.”

“What did you think about that?”

“I told her you were the best mummy in the world–even if you were thick.”

“Gee thanks, Trish, I’ll do the same for you sometime.”

“But I’m not thick, am I?”

“No you’re not, girl. Look if she comes again you must tell her to only see you with me–I don’t want her coming to you when you’re on your own.”

She shrugged, “She said you’d complain if I told you–she was dead right.”

“It’s a matter of protocol, if she wants me to treat her with respect, she must show me respect as your mother.”

“She comes to see the baby, too.”

“She does what?” I felt a coldness spread from my solar plexus.

“She’s been to see the baby.”

“How d’you know?”

“I seen her pick her up and whisper some foreign words to her–the baby laughed.”

“Can you remember any of the words?”

“No, but they sounded foreign–one was Yod, I think. What’s it mean, Mummy.”

“I thought you said I was the stupid one?”

“No, she did, not me.”

“Yod is a Hebrew letter.”

“What’s a Hebrew?”

“It’s an old term for the Jews and their language and culture.”

“Is she a Hebrew then, Mummy?”

“I don’t know what she is–certainly the name, Shekinah comes from Hebrew, so it could be she is.”

“What was she saying to the baby?”

“I think she might have been blessing her.”

“How d’you know?”

“I have a feeling she might have been saying one of the names of the Hebrew god Yaweh or Yaveh.”

“Is that good, Mummy?”

“I hope so. It’s the name of the god mentioned in the Bible.”

“Oh well he’s good, isn’t he, Mummy.”

“I don’t know, he does some pretty nasty things to people he didn’t like.”

“Yes, but he was Jesus’s daddy, wasn’t he?”

“Allegedly.”

“What does, ledgedly mean?”

“It means, so they say.”

“Oh,” she looked rather worried. “They could do DNA testing couldn’t they, Mummy?” I had to look away.

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