Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 993.

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 993
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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I leafed through the papers, they all described me as an excellent choice. One even described me as, ‘a nice piece of totty who shouldn’t be too much trouble to manoeuvre at meetings.’

“Who is Gordon Clegg?” I asked.

“He’s professor of ecology at Cambridge.”

“Which college?”

“St James, why?”

“If he’s such a leading light, how come I haven’t heard of him?”

“He’s been quiet for the last few years, but accepted the nomination for the committee.”

“Why does he think, I’m a piece of totty?”

“Compared to him, you’re young, attractive and sexy–he has seen your dormouse programme, and he thinks you’d present the committee equally well.”

“You mean he thinks I’m a mini-skirted bimbo?”

Gareth blushed, “Um.”

“So is that what the others think I am?”

He was still blushing furiously, “No, of course not.”

“None of them mention my fieldwork, only the film. They do think I’m just a token woman for them all to issue orders to while I make the tea.”

“I’m sure they don’t.”

“Is that what you think?”

“Good grief, no. I’ve seen you in action and I’m aware how talented you are. I really want you to do this.”

“I’m tempted just to show that bunch of old farts that women can run things besides dinner parties.”

“Why don’t you then, or are you all talk, like them?”

“I have to go and collect three little maids from school.”

“Take this job, Cathy, after your family, it could be the most important thing you do to save the planet and your beloved dormice.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Apart from missing out on the biggest professional thing you’d ever do, the committee would miss out on having one of the most intelligent and articulate spokeswomen it could possibly have.”

“You forgot, big tits.”

He blushed and spluttered. “That isn’t a consideration in my book. But to see a woman breaking though the glass ceiling is.”

“What, even a fake one?”

“I wish you wouldn’t do this to yourself, Cathy. You’re as real as any other woman I know; so why do you have to keep beating yourself up about your past?”

“Habit, I suppose–I have to go.”

“What about the committee?”

“What about it?” I called back.

“Will you do it?”

“I might.” I closed the front door and was in my car and out of the drive before he could move.

Silly old fools, women are just as clever as they are, so one of them can make the tea. I’ve got a damn good mind to do it just to show them what sexist morons they are. Now to the important stuff–do I wear a plunge top and miniskirt to the first meeting?

“Hello, Mummy, Trish is still talking to the teacher,” announced Livvie as I went to collect them.

“What about?”

“She thinks that God is as wicked as people are or he’d have turned off the volcano which is stopping people from going on holiday and working.”

“I hope she didn’t say so?”

“She did. The teacher was furious.”

“I’m not surprised.”

The headmistress came out of her office and called over to us. “I think you need to have words with your Patricia, she’s disrupting our religious education classes more than John Knox and Attila the Hun did together.”

“Can she not just miss out on them?”

“No, they are part of the curriculum.”

“Isn’t a challenging and questioning mind a good thing?” I asked, I hoped in a neutral way.

“Yes, but not in the context of stirring up dissent amongst her fellow pupils, and causing two of my staff to have crises of faith.”

“She is six years old.”

“Jesus was only twelve when He held discourses in the temple.”

“That’s twice Trish’s age and the Jewish tradition encouraged religious argument.”

“Yes, but Trish has the advantage of being female.” She muttered a little prayer presumably for her blasphemy.

“So do most of your teachers.”

“The little divil is far cleverer than most o’them, and twice as determined. Only last week she asked how Noah could have put lions and zebras together in the same boat, and what happened to the woodworm?”

“I always wondered where the gophers were in the wood he ordered.”

“I can see where she gets it from, like mother like daughter.”

I blushed and Livvie squeezed my hand and smirked.

“So how come you’re not with your sister?” I asked her, “You’re just as challenging as she is?”

“This one’s speciality is arithmetic and spelling. She’s corrected her teacher twice on both spelling and addition mistakes, haven’t you, Livvie?”

“Is that correct?” not that I doubted the veracity of Sister Maria’s statement, but I had to have something to say to the child.

Livvie fidgeted uncomfortably and avoided eye contact, eventually nodding to answer my question.

“What was the word she spelt wrongly?”

“Potato.”

“She added an extra ‘e’ did she?” I asked.

Livvie nodded, and told me that the sum she corrected was because the teacher forgot to carry two over.

Mima walked over towards us and Livvie slipped her hand out of mine and ran to play with her. “You are going to have some challenging experiences of motherhood when those two little madams grow a bit.”

“They read voraciously, and it’s off putting to be challenged on your decision because the Children’s Britannica says something different.”

“I’m sure you did the same, oh and congratulations on your appointment. Now you really must come and speak to our speech day assembly.

“My appointment?”

“Yes, your job with the United Nations. It was front page news in the Echo.”

“Was it now?”

“Oh dear, have I said the wrong thing?”

“No, not at all, except they might have jumped the gun a trifle.”

“In what way?”

“I haven’t agreed to do it yet.”

“Oh, well someone has got hold of the wrong end of the stick, because it said how delighted your family was and what prestige it bestowed on the university and your mammal survey.”

“D’you mind if I collect my little philosopher and go home, I have some phone calls to make.”

“I’ll go and get her,” Sister Maria marched off to the classroom where Trish was probably still arguing the toss.

“Did we get you into trouble, Mummy?” asked the breathless Livvie.

“No, sweetheart, I do most of it myself.”

“Oh, are you in trouble, Mummy?”

“Only if I commit the murders I’m thinking about.”

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