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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1055
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“Why are you crying, Mummy?” Livvie came into the kitchen and hugged me.

“It’s nothing, sweetheart, I just feel sad.”

“Grampa Henry, didn’t upset you, did he?”

“He’s part of it, but it wasn’t just him.”

“Why does he want to take us to Scotland?”

“I think he thought you might like to stay at his castle.”

“Are you coming?”

“I don’t think so.”

“I’m not going then, and I’ll bet Trish won’t either.”

“It might be nice to get a break from me for a little while.”

“No it won’t, I like having you as my Mummy. Are you going to take that stupid job?”

“What do you think I should do?”

“I don’t want you to, Mummy. I don’t want someone else taking me to school or making my dinner.”

“Unfortunately we can’t always have everything as we’d like it.”

“I know that, Mummy, but I’ve lost one mummy. I don’t want to lose you as well. That would be horrid.”

“You aren’t going to lose me, darling.” I hugged her to give some physical reassurance.

“I hope not, Mummy, that would be awful, really awful.”

“I promise, darling.”

“What’s the matter?” asked Billie wandering as Livvie and I hugged.

“Gramps wants Mummy to take that job, and she might leave us,” wailed Livvie.

“Oh no, you can’t do that, Mummy.” Billie immediately burst into tears and I put my arm around her.

“Liv are you comin’–wassup, why are you cryin’?”asked Trish. I was fast running out of arms.

“Mummy’s gonna take that job an’ leave us.” It was Billie’s turn to grizzle.

“You’re not are you? That would be so unfortunate,” stated Trish. She came and hugged me from behind.

“’Snot fair,” wailed Livvie.

“What isn’t fair?” asked Danny.

“Mummy’s gonna leave us,” wailed Livvie like an upset banshee.

“Why?” he asked in return.

“She’s gonna take that job.”

“Oh–well I suppose she could save more animals that way.”

“What about saving her children?” Livvie asked the awkward questions.

“She’s already done that, we’re all safe here, aren’t we?”

“I s’pose so,” agreed Livvie.

“Of course you’re all safe and I haven’t decided if I want to take the job or not.”

“Yeah, but we get to stay in a real castle,” beamed Danny. “I’ll bet it’s got suits of armour and swords an’ things.”

“It has, big deal,” Trish was unimpressed.

“I wonder if Gramps would let me wear one?”

“No–they’d be too big for you–you’re only a kid, they were made for men,” chided Trish of her brother.

“Yeah, I knew that.” Danny blushed.

“No you didn’t or you wouldn’t have said such a dumb thing.” Trish was on the offensive.

“Course I did, I was just thinkin’.”

“That’ll be a first, then.” Trish continued.

“Hey, that’s enough.” I said loudly.

“Well he didn’t know,” complained Trish.

“Never mind, it’s not important.” I tried to calm things down, the way I felt the last thing I needed was squabbling siblings.

“I did so.” Danny insisted back.

“No you didn’t–an’ I know, ‘cos I’ve been there, haven’t I, Mummy?” Trish tried to cause me to take sides.

“You have been there, but I said it wasn’t important.” I tried desperately to stay neutral.

“I knew she’d take your side, ‘cos you’re a bloody girl.”

“Danny, I did not,” but he wouldn’t have heard me, he went dashing out of the door.

“Right, that’s it–all of you out of here now–give me some peace and quiet. Go on, everyone out.” I shooed them all out of my kitchen and shut the door. I began to clean and peel vegetables, trying to think while I did them.

There was no reason why any of those who wanted to, couldn’t go to the castle when school broke up anyway–that had nothing to do with the job. They’d all get a chance to see the castle when we did the wedding blessing–hell, the way things were going it would be in time for Hogmanay.

Why did they all want me to take this job? What was Henry’s real motive, it wasn’t money, he argued too passionately for that–he’s usually quite cold blooded about money? Did he have any real feelings for the planet? If so why did he cut down a stand of trees last year?

I’m not the only person who could do the job, there must be thousands of ecologists who are as well qualified as I am, some of whom would be better qualified or more experienced, so why me?

Few if any of them will have the history I have, so would actually be a safer bet than I am. Okay, I have a title–through my husband, so hardly to my credit–but I suppose it would sound impressive, but then Monica would be more so, as the Viscountess of Stanebury–I’m only Lady Cameron.

I made my mind up weeks ago, I said no, so why can’t they accept that? At the same time, Henry said some quite important things. Do I really want to save the planet, or am I content to fiddle while it all burns?

Some of it is beyond redemption, and money will continue to allow illegal logging and beef farming in South America, although we now know it isn’t just for burger chains. My dormice are probably safe, partly because of legislation and partly because they are a high profile animal, whose cuteness makes them easily marketable in the conservation stakes. My posters have excited a huge amount of interest–mainly because of the cuteness of Spike and YSL suit.

Was Henry correct in describing me as a beautiful woman? It’s a nice thought, although I don’t necessarily accept it. Goodness, I need to think, and I could do with talking to someone outside it, but who knows enough to offer a reasonable opinion.

I took my address book out of my bag and after consulting it tapped in some digits on the phone. “Hello, Abi?”

“Yes, who’s that?”

“It’s Cathy Cameron.”

“Cathy, hi, how are you?”

“Have you got a few minutes?”

“A few, why?”

“I’d like your opinion on this UN job they’ve advertised.”

“They haven’t advertised it, it’ll be a shoe-in.”

“Oh.”

“Why?”

“Gareth Sage asked me to apply for it.”

“Oh did he now, I know they contacted Esmond about it and he was miffed they didn’t ask him to do it.”

“I’d have thought he’d be a better candidate than I am.”

“Dunno, that was a pretty good talk you did down here–they’re still talking about it, although they know you’re an alumna, no one remembers you, and if they did, they’d have a problem equating Charlie with the beautiful Lady Cameron.”

“I’m not beautiful, Abi,” I blushed.

“Okay you’re not–not my problem if you want to deny your good looks. Why d’you think Dilly was so unpleasant, she was jealous.”

“Oh no, how can she be jealous of me?”

“Quite easily, you have looks and money, a readymade family, and a title to boot. All that’s missing is a top job, so it’s the UN for a couple of years and a chair here when Esmond retires.”

“You don’t actually believe that, do you?”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.”

“You won’t have heard that I said no.”

“You did what?” she almost shrieked down the phone, “Don’t be so bloody stupid, woman! Go for it!. Don’t you see how this could raise the profile of women in academia?”

“Oh come on, Abi, to start with, my history hardly does justice to the feminist cause does it–and universities have had an equal opportunities policy for years.”

“Cathy, I don’t care if your path to womanhood was the usual or otherwise. I don’t give a toss if you came from the planet Zog, officially you’re female, and a beautiful one, so go for it. As for universities having equal ops policies, yes they have, but they nearly always appoint men. Shatter the glass ceiling if you have the chance–you have daughters don’t you?”

“Yes, five.”

“Bloody hell, what are you doing, cloning them or have you got a photocopier?”

“No, they just happened. This place is like the old woman who lived in a shoe.”

“Well think of them, they might become academics, and if they’re as clever as their mum, they could well become professors.”

“Two of them are extremely bright, one is already super-bright.”

“There’s your answer–do it for them.”

“I was turning it down for them.”

“What are you, stupid? I have to go–we have guests, byee.”

I put the phone down–she seemed to think my first duty to my kids was to take the job. Bugger, why does everything have to be so complicated?



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