Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 646.

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Wiltshire
Dickybow

(aka Bike)
Part 646
by Angharad
       
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“Trish, please don’t let me hear you talk like that again.” I gently admonished her, although in my heart I knew she’d verbalised what I’d felt.

“But you said it earlier, Mummy.”

“I know sweetheart, and I shouldn’t have; so I’m telling you not to, okay?”

“Okay,” she said blushing and looking perplexed. I took her hand and we walked into the school. Trish spotted her friend, Peaches, and ran over to see her and I spotted the woman from the Range Rover.

I approached the Sloane Ranger, clad in her Hunter wellies and Barbour jacket, although there wasn’t a scrap of mud on her car, there was more on mine. She was talking on her mobile presumably having deposited little Tamsin into the capable hands of the teacher.

“Excuse me, is that your Range Rover?” I asked politely but firmly.

“Yah, I’m on the phone…” she looked at me as if I’d just crawled out from under a stone.

“I was just about to get out of my car when you pulled alongside,” I said bristling.

“Yah, so? Sorry, dahling, one of the proles is complaining about something. Look, I don’t need any cleaners, so fack off. Sorry, dahling, where was I?...”

My gast was flabbered and I was close to Vesuvius point, the magma was at explosive levels, but I hadn’t yet given way to my legendary rhetorical skills and smacked her one.

“How dare you? You ignorant lout.” I felt like saying a great deal more but as I felt people gathering to watch, I moderated my fishwife’s tongue, not wanting to embarrass either Trish or myself.

“Later, dahling, the peasant is revolting,” she spat into her phone and was about to square up to me, possibly to take a swing, when the headmistress intervened.

“Lady Cameron, Mrs Browne-Coward, is there a problem, ladies?” The look on the woman’s face as the headmistress addressed me as Lady C, was almost worth the spat. She coloured up and stepped back.

“Yes, I was asking this person to park more carefully,” I said looking at the headmistress.

“Huh! I have to go, Headmistress,” Mrs Browne-Coward said curtly and stormed away.

I waited for her to get out of earshot, the adrenaline was still pumping and although it was anything but ladylike, I’d have loved to kick her arse for her. “Ooh, that woman!” I said through my teeth.

“You look rather upset, Lady C, would you like to come to my office for a moment and have a cup of tea?”

“I really should be getting home, Headmistress.”

“Please, I insist, this way.” She led me through the school and along the corridor to her office, asking her secretary to make us a cup of tea as we went in.

“I’m sure you have far more important things to do than entertain me?” I said feeling guilty.

“Lady Cameron, at this moment, you are all that matters.”

“I’m fine–really, and I’m not Lady anything yet.”

“I know very well, who you are, my dear, I just wanted that awful woman to know she wasn’t going to be able to trample over you. She does tend to think she is terribly important.”

“I’d never have guessed,” I said smirking and feeling a bit better.

“Ah here’s our tea, thanks, Jenny,” she said to the secretary.

“Thank you,” I echoed and got a smile for my pains.

“Unfortunately, her daughter is likely to turn out the same. She tends to throw her weight about a little, too.”

“I hope she doesn’t do anything to Trish,” I said anxiously.

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Thank you,” I said quietly, “I’m sorry to cause all this bother.”

“No trouble at all, do you take milk?”

“Please, not too strong for me.” I took the cup she offered me, “thanks.” I sipped the hot fluid, it was quite a good tea. “Nice tea,” I complimented her.

“Twinings,” she replied.

“Breakfast Tea?”

“You know it?”

“I should. My mother used to buy it.”

“Good taste obviously runs in your family.”

“I don’t think so, except in matters bicycle.”

“Oh come now, Lady Cameron…” I was about to correct her again, when she raised her hand to quiet me. “…you are rather elegantly dressed for the school run.”

I hadn’t even noticed what I was wearing, I’d rushed from the moment of waking until now. I glanced down, everything was a Stella cast off, my Chanel jacket hid a silk top which was made by some Italian designer or other and my jeans were CK’s.

I blushed, it was very well coordinated, all reasonably close shades of blue, which was why I grabbed it all in haste from my wardrobe. If I’d told the truth she wouldn’t have believed me, so I changed the subject. “Who was the woman with whom I had the spat?”

“Mrs Browne-Coward?” I nodded, “Her husband owns a few garden centres and does very well from them by all accounts. He sends me bedding plants every year at a reduced price, which he seems to think will prevent me from suspending his loathsome daughter.”

“If you do hang her, I’ll pay for the rope,” I joked, feeling much better.

“Tempting though it might be, I must rise above such thoughts, it’s far from Christian.”

“Still, the offer holds,” I said winking, and the headmistress laughed.

“How is little Trish settling in?”

“As far as I know, she’s doing quite well, although she did have a bit of a run in with Mrs Cranmer.”

“Yes, Mrs Cranmer told me. She is a treasure, one of the best reception class teachers I’ve ever met. She is most impressed with your Trish.”

I beamed like any doting parent would, and felt so good about everyone, especially this woman to whom I was talking. “I’m glad they seem to have resolved their differences.”

“Oh, indeed they have. I’m expecting great things from your Trish–no pressure, of course.” Just as I swallowed hard, she laughed. “The look on your face was priceless.”

“What?”

“Seriously, I suspect your girl is one of the brightest in the school at the moment, so keeping her engaged is going to pose some challenges.”

“It is?”

“Yes, bright kids, especially girls, get naughty if they aren’t constantly tested or engaged, or they shut up shop and drop out.”

“Goodness, I hope Trish doesn’t do either of those. Sometimes I think being very clever is a curse.”

“It could be, but we’ll do our best for her, and hopefully in a few months we’ll have assessed her more thoroughly and can then plan for her needs.”

“Thank you, that sounds splendid,” I put the cup down on the tray, “I have to rush back and take my sister in law somewhere.”

“Do take care, Lady Cameron, and be careful of Mrs Browne-Coward, she can be a nasty piece of work.”

“I’m quite capable of taking care of myself,” I said, thinking I needed to do some more kickbox training.

“So I hear, Lady Cameron, so I hear.”

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