Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 2092

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike, est. 2007)
Part 2092
by Angharad

Copyright © 2013 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“You are going to give Trish her computer back, aren’t you?” Simon asked as he sat on the bed to pull his trousers off.

“I might consider it at Christmas, why?”

“Oh c’mon, Cathy, this is Trish we’re talking about, brain the size of a planet...”

“I know, parking cars.”

“Quite, so what about it?”

“I might let her take them to Scotland with you.”

“With me, don’t you mean us?”

“Er–no, I’m not going.”

“But you’ve got to go.”

“I don’t see any imperative.”

“You’re their mother.”

“Yeah, so they deserve a break from me.”

“You’re my wife.”

“You remembered.”

“Remembered? I don’t get it.” He looked completely confused.

“Yes, I’m your wife and mistress of your household.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So why am I treated like one of your staff or one of your kids?”

“You’re not.”

“So you consult me on everything?”

“To do with home and family, of course–in fact I’d suggest you were the leader there.”

“That’s not the impression I get.” I wasn’t angry, I was cold. I wasn’t going to lose my temper, nor was I going to concede.

“What d’you mean?”

“Who did you intend to go to Scotland?”

“You and me, Trish, Livvie, Danny, Meems, Cate, and Cindy.”

“You didn’t intend to invite Stella and her two?”

“God god, no. She’s free to go there any time but she hates the place–always had. My fault really, I dropped a spider on her face when she was sleeping, she’d eaten half of it before she woke up. It was really funny–or I thought so then.”

“How old were you then?”

“Twenty four, why?”

“Twenty four?” I shrieked.

“Joking, babes, I was about ten and she was eight.”

“What about little Lizzie?”

“She wasn’t born then.”

Some days I wonder if I’ve wandered onto a set for Monty Python. “I know that,” I felt my anger rising, he so deserved a slap. “What about her when you go away?”

“She could stay with Stella.”

“It wasn’t Stella who offered to look after her.”

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it does. I offered to care for her until Neal was well again.”

“How’s he doing?”

“He’s coming on.”

“Good, so when can he have her back.”

“In three or four months if we’re lucky.”

“You’re joking?”

“Would I joke about something like that?”

“No.”

“So, oh masterful one, what do we do with Lizzie?”

“Take her with us?”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, if she were ours we’d have no choice would we?”

“Wouldn’t we? I have a choice and I just exercised it.”

“What was that?”

“You don’t listen Simon.”

“I’m listening now.”

“Okay, I’ll say this in simple language. I am not going to Scotland.”

He looked at me and shook his head. “That’s funny, I could have sworn you said you weren’t coming on holiday.”

“It is funny, because I could have sworn that’s what I said, too.”

“But you are coming, though aren’t you?”

“No I’m not.”

“Oh that’s alright then–hang on, you said no.”

“I know I did, Simon.”

“But you can’t, you’re lady of the manor.”

“I might resign, give it to Trish, she likes castles more than I do.”

“She is not the laird’s wife.”

“Never mind, I’m sure if you showed her the law she’d find a way round it.”

“I don’t want her as my lady, I married you. I want you.”

“Perhaps you should have thought about that before you announced the holiday.”

“What was wrong with that?”

“Nothing was wrong with the announcement; except perhaps you hadn’t asked me first.”

He looked confused. “I don’t have to ask you before I go to my family seat.”

“No you don’t.”

“So what the bloody hell are you going on about?”

“You didn’t ask me if I wanted to go.”

“Oh so that’s what this is all about–I should have known. Sometimes you take this feminista stuff too far.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Well this emancipation stuff–you’re my wife, you’re supposed to support me in decision making.”

“Oh am I now?”

“Yes.”

“Perhaps if you’d have asked me, I might have done. But you didn’t, so I’m not.” I pulled my nightdress on and nipped in to the bathroom.

“You can’t hide in there,” he said loudly as I was cleaning my teeth and I swallowed the toothpaste and nearly choked.

“I’m not hiding, I’m cleaning my teeth.” I emerged from the bathroom and he went in. When he came out he continued his insistence.

“Look, I made an announcement, I can’t go back on it, the kids will be so upset.”

“Tough. I made an announcement too.”

“Which was?”

“I am not going.”

“Oh that’s right spoil it for everyone else, how little girlish of you.”

“Even little girls like to be consulted by little boys before they try to throw their weight about and fail miserably.”

“You are my wife, I insist you come.”

“I promised to love you, not to obey you.”

“If you loved me, you’d come?”

“Logic never was your strong point, was it?”

“Just what is that supposed to mean?”

“What you just said was a nonsensical statement, it implies that I don’t love you because I refused to comply with your overbearing bombast.”

“What?”

“Simon, your command of the English language is just as good as mine, you understood it perfectly.”

“Well if you loved me, you would come.”

“I could equally well say, if you loved me, you’d have consulted with me first before making a complete tit of yourself in front of the children.”

“Okay, I must have forgotten, I’m sorry. Now will you come?”

“No, I’m not taking a baby up there.”

“Why not, I’ll get in some help for you, a nursemaid or whatever you call them.”

“No, it’s too late. You took me for granted.”

“You take me for granted as well–we’re married for god’s sake–it’s what married couples do.”

“Do they? I like to think I ask you first.”

“You’re a girl, they do things differently.”

“So it’s fine for a man to ride roughshod over his wife is it, because he’s a man and they do things differently?”

“Yes–er, no. Now you’re twisting things.”

“Simon, I might be guilty of many things,” [the bastard nodded] “but taking you for granted is not one of them. In fact, most days I can’t believe that I married my Mr Darcy or my Rochester.”

“You think I look like Colin Firth?”

“No, of course not.”

“Oh,” he looked quite downcast–the idiot.

“It’s not about that, it’s about the fact that I never take you for granted but you do so to me all the time.”

“The kids do, I’ve told them off several times.”

“Them, I can cope with. It’s you with who I take issue.”

“Oh that’s right, favour the kids again.”

“Stop acting like a child, Simon.”

“If I was one you wouldn’t be giving me this ear ache would you?”

“No, because you wouldn’t be my husband would you?”

“I could have married young.”

“Simon, that would be illegal.”

“So, at least you’d love me.”

“Stop acting like a six year old.”

“You’d love me if I were one.”

“Not necessarily.”

“You can be so hurtful.”

“Yes, I’m a nasty mummy.”

“I’m going downstairs.” With that he walked out of the room and I sat on the bed and felt like bursting into tears. I’m glad I didn’t because he returned two minutes later. “Forgot my book,” he said and walked out again. I shut the door, got into bed and cried myself to sleep in the dark.

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