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(aka Bike) Part 1466 by Angharad Copyright © 2011 Angharad
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Tom took me downstairs following my awaking from my horrid dream and I heard the kettle boiling. It had seemed so real and felt so real–I hoped it wasn’t some sort of premonition–but surely the police have to notify victims of the release of the person who caused their trouble, and I was sure that I'd read, Entwistle had gone down for a number of years. The man was a crazy and shouldn’t be released unless they are sure he’s no longer a threat to women in general, and women cyclists in particular.
Simon arrived downstairs, having donned a pair of jeans to cover his hairy legs. “Feel better now?” he asked and I nodded. Tom excused himself and went back to bed. I sat and sipped my tea.
“Okay, what happened?” he said holding my hand.
“That man who stabbed me on my bike–he came here and stabbed me again.”
“He can’t, he’s in prison–I think he went to Rampton or Broadmoor, you know, where they send the real nutters.”
“Well that’s what happened, he stabbed me with one of my own Sabatier knives in this kitchen.”
“The swine,” said Simon, “d’you want me to arrange a little accident for him?”
“What d’you mean, Si?” I asked horrified.
“It’d probably cost a couple of grand, but he could fall downstairs and break his neck or some similar sort of accident or even hang himself.”
“You mean have him killed?”
“Worst case scenario–yeah.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Why not? I mean I’ve never done it before–but who’s to say it can’t be arranged?”
“Because it’s illegal, that’s why.”
“Yeah, so was stabbing you–but that didn’t stop him, did it?”
“Okay, but he was deranged.”
“Well I’m talking rearranged–but on a permanent basis.”
“No, I won’t let you.”
“Who says you’ll ever know about it?”
“I will, because the police would notify me if he died, I’m sure of it.”
“Would they? Dunno why.”
“So I’d know that I no longer had to worry about him.”
“Yeah, but if he threatened one of your kids–what then?”
“They’re our children, Si.”
“I meant our children, if he threatened them, you’d terminate him, wouldn't you?”
“I don’t know what I’d do, minimise the threat if I could.”
“By extreme prejudice, as the US military term it.”
“I don’t know, I’d hope I wouldn’t have to kill him–just neutralise the risk.”
“By killing him.”
“God, Si, you have a one track mind.”
“No, two track. I can think of sex and killing him at the same time.”
“I think you might like to rephrase that.”
“Um–okay, I wasn’t linking the two–in fact anything but...”
“You’re trying to demonstrate a form of multi-tasking?”
“Yeah, that sounds better.”
“I’m not sure I’m reassured that while you’re making love to me you could be plotting someone’s murder.”
“No, when you put it like that–perhaps I meant I could think of something apart from sex.”
“While we’re making love?” I wasn’t at all reassured, in fact I think it did the opposite.
“Yes–no, no, not while we’re making love–not literally–oh I give up, let’s go back to bed and make passionate love.”
“I’m tired, Si, besides I’ve had a horrible dream and we made love once tonight already.”
“Yeah, so–I’m not just a one shot willie, you know.”
“You might not be, but I think I am,” I yawned, “I’m still sore from earlier.”
“Oh–sorry about that.”
“’S okay, takes two to tango.”
“An’ I had noticed.”
“Noticed what?”
“That you’re female–and a sexy one at that.”
I blushed and sniggered, “I have a headache, Si.”
“I wasn’t trying to change your mind, you know–just stating my opinion.”
“Thank you for that, can I go and sleep now? I feel like a bit of wet rag.”
“Look, why don’t you go for a ride on your bike tomorrow? That always makes you feel better.”
“Si, I just had a dream about the bloke who stabbed me while I was on my bike if you remember?”
“Oh yeah–but you said it happened in the kitchen? That’s not gonna stop you cooking, is it?”
“No–okay, I take your point, I’m going to bed.” I rose shakily from the table and he offered me his hand which I took.
“If ever I see anyone threatening you or our children, I won’t just neutralise them, I’ll annihilate them.”
“Can we forget that for now, darling? I need to sleep–I feel sick with tiredness.”
“Tomorrow, I want you to consider hiring some more help round here–you do too much and you are the wife of a moderately successful business man.”
“I’ll see–we’ll talk tomorrow–right now, I just want to sleep.”
I missed breakfast–I slept through it. Jenny took the girls out and Si took Danny to school–he was well pleased–another trip in the Jag. Stella woke me about ten, with a cuppa. “What was the noise about last night?”
“I had a bad dream.”
“So I gathered, what was it about?” I told her and she looked pensive. “What if this Shekinah thing is trying to talk to you?”
“Oh come off it, Stella. It’s all happening in my mind–it’s my unconscious or imagination, that’s all.”
“You obviously have a frightening imagination then?”
“I suppose we each know what frightens us the most–like Winston in 1984.”
“Yeah, but there they used it against him in room 101.”
“But he knew what he feared most–rats.”
“And you fear the Shekinah?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
“But your dream hardly showed you’d welcome her with open arms.”
“She doesn’t exist except as an allegorical entity of the female principle of the deity.”
“How d’you know?”
“The deity doesn’t exist, so how can part of nothing be something?”
“If it can exist in your imagination, why can’t it exist elsewhere?”
“It does, in Hebrew mythology–but that’s all.”
“What if she does exist but not as you imagine her, then what?”
“Then I can’t conceive her so she doesn’t exist for me.”
“What about the blue light, isn’t she supposed to be involved with that?”
“She took her time getting on that bandwagon, so it might be entirely coincidental.”
“What if it’s not?”
“What if it is?” I countered.
“Shouldn’t you be open to all possibilities?”
“Like the moon is made of green cheese?”
“No, feasible ones.”
“I am–it’s you who isn’t.”
“Hang on–I’m trying to help you by playing devil’s advocate.”
“This isn’t an ecclesiastical court.”
“Eh?”
“Where Devil’s Advocate came from.”
“You sure?”
“Think about it.”
“Okay, you’ve convinced me,” Stella conceded.
“I’ve got a feeling it was about proving saintliness or something like that; it’s years since I read about it.”
“Well that would certainly apply to you?”
“What would?”
“Saintliness.”
“Are you mad?”
“No but you are, and I think it’s a requirement of being beatified or canonised or whatever they do to saints. Can I sell your bones as relics?”
“No, I’m still using them, and besides, I think Trish promised them to Kiki.”
“You’ll have to watch that child, or she’ll have made a takeover bid for the bank by the time she’s fifteen.”
“Could she hold shares that young?”
“Legally? Probably not, but I suspect that wouldn’t be a problem.”
“You might be right–sounds like they’re on their way home,” I said as the sound of children’s voices and a dog barking came closer.
“Why don’t you give Marguerite a ring about this Sheki-wotsit?”
“It’s all about time, Stella. I don’t have any.”
“Oh yeah, Si told me to remind you to hire another help for the house.”
“Yeah, I need a shower before I do anything–ta for the cuppa and the chat.”
“You’re welcome–it’s my turn tomorrow,” she just got through the door before I could launch my pillow at her.
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Bike & Gabycon
I'm going to be tied up (no not literally) over the weekend organising the Gabycon with Mads, so I can't guarantee episodes of Bike over the weekend, so apologies in advance to my regular readers - I'll see what I can do, with Bonzi and Izzy's help of course.
Angharad
Angharad
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of course. But don't overdo it. Still an avid reader and grateful for everything with which you bless us.
S.
I guess...
I guess we can make an exception in this case... But, you'd better have a really good time!
Interesting situation here... Wonder what kind of help will be forthcoming? An admin assistant for Cathy? A padded room? LOL
Thanks, Lots of things to think about.
Anne
I'm going to be tied up
"I'm going to be tied up (no not literally)"
Well, given some of the *other* things that Maddy has written, I wouldn't be too sure, Ang! ;-)
Give Bonzi and Izzy a scratch behind the ears from me.
Kris
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Kris
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Enjoy your weekend away
We'll miss you but we'll survive.
While I share Cathy's opinions on
mythology and religion I think she needs to be more objective about her experiences with Shekinah and the blue light. She proved that the light was a measurable phenomenon via scientific tests. She needs to think about tests regarding her imaginary adversary or helper or whatever she is.
Shekinah is not doing it the right way
.... I mean, what if she finds out that Catherine is somehow her genetic daughter? And of course Shekinah tells her that she made it so? That oughta put the cat among the dormice :). Cathy is worse than those biblical prove that you are God by doing a miracle on the spot types. In this case Shekinah would have to do it right in front of her.
Kim
Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1466
Cathy needs some down time from the Glory to organize her mind and get a grip on her thoughts before those nightmares drives her wonky and have her Blue lighting everybody and causing problems.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Poor Simon...
He does tend to excel at digging holes for himself :)
Trish running the bank by 15... hmm... knowing her skills with computers, she'd probably make a good online security consultant for starters :)
We've seen from Cathy's meetings with Shekinah that when faced with the presence of the deity, Cathy converses with it and doesn't dismiss it as a mere figment of her imagination. So her public denial of the deity's existence is probably Cathy convincing herself that as she believes that deities don't exist, therefore Shekinah doesn't exist, despite all evidence to the contrary. She's unwilling to accept the possibility that her world view may be wrong, or it may diminish her own self-perception of her credibility as a scientist. Perhaps Cathy also thinks that accepting the concept of a deity also entails taking on board such concepts as "young earth", six day creation, intelligent design, divine intervention, Jesus as "God in a bod" and all the associated baggage of organised religion.
-oOo-
Anyway, as with Ang, Maddy and a selected few others, I'll be maintaining radio silence (so to speak) over the next few days... :)
There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
omg ...OMG! NO BIKE!
A weekend, as in
F R I D A Y S A T U R D A Y S U N D A Y
Sounds like an eternity!
She is really thick,
isn't she. The Goddess needs to understand this is an emotional issue, not an intellectual issue.
Cathy has had all the prove she should need and more.