Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 984.

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 984
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“But I want to go and see her.”

“Julie, I’m going this evening, I might take you then.”

“Huh–you’re jealous, I have the healing gift now, so I might save her instead of you doing it. You’ve got to be centre of attention haven’t you?”

“I am busy trying to get five children ready for school, if you can’t help, then please go to your room and stay there.”

Sometimes she made me so cross, stupid girl. I already had an arrangement where I might be able to help Maureen without drawing attention to myself. Besides, Julie was a total novice–why can’t giving them a zap as teenagers make them reasonable? I also didn’t want her to see Maureen looking like a multicoloured punchbag. Children should be spared such traumas if possible, and that included teenage ones, however mature they think they are.

Breakfast seemed to take forever, the girls were lethargic and the boys were comatose–they went to bed at a reasonable time, so I had no idea why. I managed to get the boys out the door just in time to catch their bus–to have had to run them to school as well would have meant either they or the girls would be late.

Simon ambled down as I went out of the door with the girls, I only had time to wave as we were running very late.

Meems was clingy, she didn’t want to go to school today–I had no idea why, but I struggled with her to the nursery class and spoke briefly with the teacher, who had no idea why she should be so whiney today. The teacher also promised to keep an eye on her and to give her a little cuddle if she needed one.

I drove home stopping en route to pick up one or two things from the corner shop as I went. Back home, I called to Simon, but no answer and then I realised his car was gone. I wondered if he’d gone to get fuel or something else–he is after all almost grown up–or as much as he’s going to be.

I popped the kettle on and rinsed out the teapot–I needed some tea therapy before I started the day’s chores, the first of which was to make some more bread. While the kettle boiled I chucked in the constituents to make a fresh loaf and switched on the machine. I turned back to the kettle and Stella was in the kitchen with Puddin’.

Stella passed the baby to me to have a little cuddle and I hugged her and made silly faces and blew raspberries, the usual stuff that works with Simon, so I knew it would amuse Pud. It did and very soon she was giggling and shrieking.

“If you hang on to her, I’ll make the tea,” offered Stella, so I sat down and balanced my precious cargo on my knee and gently bounced her up and down. After a whopping burp up came the sick, which I just managed to catch in my hand and wash down the sink.

“I don’t know how you can do that?” Stella made faces from the other side of the room.

“It’s easier washing my hands than these trousers–didn’t you burp her?”

“Of course, but she likes to keep life interesting.”

Puddin’ and I giggled at that, especially when I told her she was wicked. She snorted, then sneezed spraying me with baby snot–just what I always wanted. I wiped my face with a tissue and Puddin’ sneezed again, then looked anxious and her bottom lip trembled. I wiped my face and played peekaboo which made Puddin’ forget her fears and chuckle loudly.

“You’re good with babies,” said Stella placing my mug of tea within reach of me but beyond that of her daughter, “Seems ironic you couldn’t have any.”

I made more silly noises to Pudding who was now giggling again, “Oh well; life is one big irony, isn’t it?”

“That makes as much sense as anything else you’ve said.”

“Oh thanks, Stella.” Then to Puddin’ I offered, “Your mummy is not very nice to her younger sister is she?” I made another funny noise and Puddin’ wriggled about with laughter.

“Did you change her?” I asked Stella.

“Yes, just before I brought her down, why?”

“She doesn’t smell entirely wholesome.”

“Oh bugger, that’s your fault making her excited.”

“Oh thanks, Stella, a bad workman always blames his tools.”

“What’s that go to do with babies?” she snapped back.

“Nothing why?”

“Oh,” she said and reached down to take her baby back for changing.

“I suppose I’d better go up and make my peace with our resident teenager.”

“You’ll have a job.”

“Why?”

“She went off with Simon, an hour ago.”

“Where?”

“To see Maureen.”

“She what?”

“She went off to see Maureen, I assumed you knew.”

“I specifically asked her not to go.”

“Oh, sorry, I assumed you were okay with it. Or I’d have mentioned it earlier.”

“Damn and double damn, I’ll murder her when she gets back–she could mess up the tacit agreement I had with the night sister on the ICU.”

“Well phone her and call her back.”

“That would just make her worse, pig headed little...”

“Pig?”

“I was thinking more of swine, but it’ll do.”

“It’s a bit repetitive, you’re usually more inventive in your invective.”

“Am I?”

“Well call Simon, he’s presumably with her.”

“The silly little cow seems to think she can raise the dead seeing as she’s got a little of the blue energy with her.”

“I see, well maybe she’ll learn a bit of lesson today then.”

“As long as she doesn’t queer my pitch for later.”

“Phone Simon.”

“He’s probably in there with her, so he’ll have turned off his mobile won’t he?”

“You don’t know that for certain do you?”

“Okay,” I picked up my bag and within a second or two had dialled Simon’s mobile.

“Hello, Babes, howya doin’?”

“Where are you?”

“Wandering around Southampton General’s grounds, why?”

“Where’s Julie?”

“In with Maureen, why?”

“I told her explicitly to wait until I went tonight. She has deliberately disobeyed my instructions.”

“Oh, that’s the first I’ve heard of it.”

“Did she ask you to take her to the hospital?”

“Yes, why?”

“Tell her to arrange another ICU bed for herself, she’s going to need it when I’ve finished with her.”

“Cathy, that isn’t very nurturing of you.”

“Nurturing, be buggered–I’m heading off a mutiny.”

“Look, I’ll have a word with her, I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“If you come back without her head on a pole, then I’ll know you weren’t strict enough.”

“Cathy, calm down.”

“She has deliberately ignored my instructions.”

“She’s a teenager, for goodness sake.”

“Only until I get my hands on her.”

“But they do things like this.”

“Only if you let them. Give her a bollocking by all means, advise her she has a very limited life span, but don’t get between us when you bring her home, or yours will be even shorter.”

“Cathy, stop being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? What if that little tart messes up and they stop Maureen’s visitors? I had an arrangement with the night sister if you recall. If Julie has messed that up, she’s grounded until she gets her pension assuming I don’t actually kill her as soon she walks in.”

“You don’t seem to understand adolescents, do you?”

I married one, “Don’t patronise me, Simon.”

“Go and have some tea and calm down.”

“I will after I’ve passed sentence and delivered the punishment.”

“Don’t be so silly, how can you save life when you threaten to take it?”

“I’ll resuscitate her so I can kill her again.”

“Very spiritual.”

“Oh, I’ll do it with love, my father showed me how.” I rang off and seethed in silence.

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