Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 2887

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike, est. 2007)
Part 2887
by Angharad

Copyright© 2016 Angharad

  
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This is a work of fiction any mention of real people, places or institutions is purely coincidental and does not imply that they are as suggested in the story.
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“So there you have it, Batesian Mimicry is harmless species mimicking a noxious one, whereas Mullerian mimicry is different noxious species adopting similar appearance to warn off predators who it is expected will have learned the hard way to avoid the bright colours on display, the use of warning colours being called aposematism. In the old days it was thought that the viceroy butterfly was mimicking the noxious monarch butterfly and thus was always given as an example of Batesian mimicry until it was discovered that the viceroy was equally unpalatable so in actual fact it’s Mullerian mimicry.

“Warning colours are not just related to being unpalatable or poisonous, it’s thought that the black and white stripes on the face of badgers are there to warm some would be predators or attackers that they do so at their own peril, the badger being possessed of a very powerful pair of jaws which I am told could bite the face off a dog stupid enough to mix it with one. Again, I’m told that most dogs keep well clear of them unless they’ve been taught to attack them by people who indulge in illegal and very cruel blood sports such as badger digging or baiting.

“So some forms of mimicry could be seen as camouflage, disguising yourself as something else, yes Mr Jones, we’ve all heard the one about how you bought some camouflage trousers but can’t find them. Right let’s have some examples of camouflage...”

I don’t know if I was just tired but this session seemed to go on forever, and getting ideas from them was like pulling teeth. Was it always this hard?

After dealing with questions one or two proving that some of my audience had stayed awake at least part of the time. I was gasping for a cuppa when I got back to the office only to find Diane wasn’t there so I had to make my own. Bloody women, you can’t depend upon them at all unlike us wom—doh! I laughed at my own joke and settled down to deal with the accumulating paperwork. On the top was a note saying—‘Had to take something to post office will bring you back a jacket spud from the sandwich bar. Diane.’ This buoyed me up no end and I hoped she knew about my addiction to tuna. If she brings me back some obnoxious filled one she can eat it.

She breezed in some half an hour later and dumped a tuna jacket potato complete with plastic cutlery in the cardboard box on my desk. I asked how much I owed her and she replied that it was her treat. That was sure to make it taste better than ever. It was good too. The potato was fluffy and the skin crunchy and it went down a treat. In return I made the teas and we talked through the correspondence as we drank them. Her experience in working at UWE in Bristol really helped, she could frequently deal with letters without my need to see them at all, which was somewhere between ten and twenty percent of my mailbag. She even got a copy of my signature loaded onto the computer so she could ‘sign’ my letters.

Between us we made short work of most of the paperwork, one or two things needed some research but the vast majority were straightforward. The day was drifting nicely towards the weekend when the phone rang and I answered it.

“Lady Cameron, I believe the child’s mother is looking to move to regain custody and control of her. I’ve got a slot with a judge this afternoon at three, could you make it and bring Hannah with you. She will need to know she has to say she wants to stay with you if it’s what she wants to do. See you at the courts at five to three.” Mr Henstridge rang off.

I called David, Amanda was off duty, and asked if he could collect the rest of the brood as I had to take Hannah to see someone. He said he could. I then rang the school and told them I needed to take Hannah out an hour early and my chef would be coming to collect the other girls. I then sent a text to the others saying David would collect them and I’d explain later.

At quarter past two I collected Hannah and we set off to the courts. Henstridge had asked for someone from social services to be present as they knew the mother and also the case for granting custody to me. It was curious that since my interview with the Director, the social service staff had been much more accommodating.

“You understand where we’re going, don’t you?” I asked Hannah.

“Yes, to see a judge so you have legal custody of me.”

“Exactly. He will probably ask you if you want me to have legal custody as your guardian and foster mother. If you want that to happen you’ll have to say yes, if you don’t—well that’s up to you but it could end up with you being returned to Ingrid or a children’s home if the court decides so.”

“Why the children’s home?”

“Well if you say you don’t want to stay with me they’ll probably move you somewhere else.”

“You trying to frighten me, Mummy?”

“No just trying to point out consequences.”

“But you know I want to stay with you, like forever.”

“I know, sweetheart, but the courts won’t. We’re doing this in a hurry because we fear Ingrid might try to regain custody of you.”

“She won’t will she?”

Her phone peeped and she looked at it, “It’s her, she’s saying not to agree to anything until I speak with her.”

“That’s up to you. Do you want to live with her again?”

“No fear, she’s crazy.”

“Personally, I don’t think she or her lifestyle are suited to having children around them, even her own children, which was why I offered you a home.”

“I’m so glad you did, I love you all and I love having my sisters and going to the same school as them—I think it’s awesome.”

God I hate when that word is used inappropriately but these days it’s like everything else cheapened by over and inappropriate usage. I know words change but except in legal documents and scientific papers, English, probably the most subtle and precise language ever developed, is abused tremendously every day partly by those whose education is lacking and partly by those who don’t care, possibly both. Also the contamination by American English through popular culture doesn’t help. “How are you?” “I’m good, thanks.” An adjective supplanting an adverb—it’s so annoying.

“You okay, Mummy?”

“Sorry, kiddo, just thinking about a meeting I had this morning. Right here we are, let’s go and see the judge and get this over.”

Inside Rushton Henstridge came rushing to meet us. “Glad you made it, this is Mrs Barton from social services.” We nodded at each other.

“Might I speak quickly with Hannah?” asked Mrs Barton.

“I hope you’re going to support my petition?”

“Once I’ve spoken to Hannah.”

“You’re not going to take me away.”

“No of course not, look, let’s sit here where Lady Cameron can still see us and have a quick chat.” They walked away to the two chairs and I watched all the time, Hannah looked terrified but about three or four minutes later they returned and the social worker nodded to me. I hoped that was a good sign.

“Which judge are we seeing?” I asked Henstridge.
“Mr Justice Kenyon,” and my heart lifted a little then I thought, should have brought Trish as my negotiator.

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