Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1047.

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1047
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
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“‘Snot fair,” sulked Trish, “she can wear makeup an’ I can’t.”

“Trish, I explained that it was as a disguise to get her out of the café.”

“Don’t care, ‘snot fair, I wanna wear makeup too.”

“I think you’re going to be wearing your nightie when we get home, young lady.”

“No I won’t.”

I stopped the car and turned around to face my backseat passengers. “Trish, when we get home you will change into your nightdress, you can then have some cereal or toast and you will go to bed. Do you understand?”

“That’s ‘snot fair, too.”

“I don’t care. You will not openly defy me without definite consequences. I gave you a chance to withdraw and apologise. Instead, you continued to cheek and defy me. The consequences are that you will go to bed early.”

“I don’t care, I won’t sleep.”

“Trish, don’t push your luck—you’re acting like a spoiled brat—and if I were you’d I’d quit while you’re ahead. Anymore cheek and the punishment will grow.”

She leant back in her seat, arms folded and she mimed, “I hate you.”

“Sadly from your point of view, I love you, and will continue to do so despite your actions or words. I’m your mother, and you will do as I say, no matter what you think.” I turned back and drove them home.

I sent Trish upstairs to change and went to start cooking the dinner.

Billie followed me into the kitchen, “Can’t you let Trish off? It’s sort of my fault that this happened.”

“That’s very kind of you to intercede on her behalf but it’s too late—she pushed her luck and now has to take the consequences. In the words of the Bible, ‘As you sow, so shall ye reap.’”

“Mummy, for someone who is always God-bashing as Daddy calls it, you seem to know a lot about the Bible an’ religious stuff.”

“Religious stuffing, yes, that’s an accurate description. It was stuffed down my throat in junior school, and ever since I’ve disliked it intensely.”

“That’s all right, Jesus will forgive you.”

I ruffled her hair, “Yeah, I suppose so.” I decided I wouldn’t bother trying to explain anything else and upset her or the applecart.

Trish sulked into the kitchen and I made her a bowl of cereal and some toast. “What are you having for dinner, Mummy?”

“Lamb chops, why?”

“But that’s my favourite, Mummy ...” The tears began to flow and I felt a total monster, but I was going to hold firm.

“Maybe you’ll learn when to stop trying to cheek me or insist on your own way.”

“I’m sorry, Mummy.”

“It’s too late now, sweetheart.”

“But ‘snot fair.”

“Life rarely is fair, you have to learn to cope. If I let you off now you’ll cheek me again, no matter how you promise, you won’t keep it.”

“I will, I promise, Mummy—cross my heart and hope to die.”

“I won’t let you off—you can go upstairs and wait in your bedroom until dinner is ready, then you can come down and eat, but straight to bed afterwards, and you can keep your nightie on. Now go, or it’s bread and water for the next week.”

She hugged me, apologised once more and ran off before I could strangle her. I must not give in to her—little besom. Once again, she outwitted me—dammit.

I banged pots and pans about in the kitchen and the others took the hint and kept out of the way. I sent Billie to take off her makeup and she looked at me completely clueless. “Go and ask Livvie or Trish—there’s some remover pads in the bathroom—try not to get the stuff in your eyes.”

Minutes later Stella arrived with Julie, who now had jet black hair. I decided to just ignore it—life is far too short for all this stress. I wonder if I took the UN job, would they allow me to run away to New York? At the moment, it looks rather an enticing prospect.

“Thanks for collecting her, Stella.”

“‘Sokay, that smells good.”

“Lamb chops.”

“Oh goody.”

I carried on with my cooking and Stella came down and asked, “Why is Trish in bed? Is she ill?”

“No, she was naughty and didn’t take the hint to stop when I made it perfectly clear she was dancing in a minefield.”

“Ah, the delights of youth.”

“No, the rewards of foolishness.”

“I’d better go before you send me to bed as well then.”

“Can you ask Livvie to lay the table?”

“She was upstairs with Billie in the bathroom.”

“Okay, Danny, can you lay the table, please.”

He came out to the kitchen and began clucking like a chicken then he pretended to strain—“Nah, it’s no good, I can’t lay anything, sorry, Mum.”

Stella sniggered, and I sighed loudly, “What is the matter with them all tonight? It’s not Friday the thirteenth is it?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Must be a full moon then. Can you lay the table while I dish up?”

Despite further protestations and sympathy from everyone but me, I sent Trish back to bed—I knew perfectly well she’d only read until the others came up, but on her own she might reflect on her behaviour and modify it. Knowing her it would be to get round me next time without any hitches. Life with her is like playing chess against a supercomputer.

When I took the others up to bed, she was still awake and reading. I read them a story and tucked them all in. Then I kissed them and told them I loved them all.

“When is Billie gonna come in here as well, Mummy? asked the chosen one.

“There isn’t room for another in here, that would be four—it would be more like a dormitory than a bedroom.”

At this they all shrieked, “Lights out at nine, candles out at ten.”

“You what?”

“It’s what Auntie Stella says.”

“It’s very rude.”

“Why is it rude, Mummy?” guess who wanted to know?

“You’re not old enough to understand yet.”

“Is it about sex, Mummy?” Trish continued to torment me.

“No, candles are a fire hazard, now go to sleep.” I blushed and left behind a gang of gigglers whose cackles were clearly audible downstairs.

“I thought you put them to bed?” Stella chuckled.

“Just because I haven’t actually killed anyone yet, doesn’t mean I won’t before the night is out.”

Stella giggled and went back to loading the nappies into the tumble dryer. I had a quick cuppa before chasing the um—other kids to bed. When I got them upstairs, Danny asked me, “Mum, how long have I got to share a room with a girl?”

“You seemed happy to share with Billie before.”

“Yeah, that was before she went all girly—I can hardly do so now can I?”
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“So where do you suggest I put her or you?”

“Can’t she go in with Julie?”

“Hardly—Julie is virtually grown up, and sharing with a youngster would be unacceptable.”

“I’ll share with her then.” His eyes sparkled.

“Over your dead body—and believe me, the first time you upset her, it would be. Besides, what’s the difference between Billie and Julie?”

“Julie’s got tit—um, she’s more grown up.”

“And you seem to have booked a passage on the Titanic and be heading straight at the iceberg.”

“Yeah—okay.” He shrugged, and I smiled at him. Hhe’d lost his little game but had the nous to know when he was beaten.

Simon arrived full of himself, so after he’d eaten he told me was pleased with himself. I asked why and he explained he’d sold a large tranche of BP shares for a client and the commission had paid for a present for me.

“You bought me a present?”

“Yep,” he fished in his pocket and brought out a small oblong box which was gift-wrapped. I wondered if it was a bracelet.

“Thank you, darling,” I said and kissed him.

“Aren’t you going to open it?”

“Of course.” I smiled and gently eased open the package trying not to tear the paper.

“Just rip it open,” he exhorted.

“No, I don’t like to.”

“I think we can afford new paper, we don’t have to save the old stuff, ya know.”

In the end I had to cut it with the kitchen scissors, and on opening it and seeing what it was I squealed. “Oh, thank you, darling.” I hugged him and kissed him.

“It’s outside, or had better be.”

I rushed to the drive and there sitting next to his Jaguar was an A class Mercedes. My eyes filled with tears and I hugged him. “How can I thank you?” I kissed him again.

“When we get to bed, we’ll consider it.” he winked at me and then said, “Well aren’t you going to try it?”

Before he could change his mind I grabbed my bag and ran down to the car.

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Repentence

So, Simon's learned from his mistake, Julie's probably relieved that her latest dye job has gone unnoticed, while Trish realises Cathy isn't always a walkover (although no doubt she's been plotting more mind games). And talking of mind games, Danny tries unsuccessfully to change rooms and shows the first signs of learning the legendary Cameron Wit (although mercifully no-one pointed out that it's only female fowl that lay...)

 


EAFOAB Episode Summaries

There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...

As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

Plenty of evidence...

...in this installment that despite their abilities and differences, the children really are typical youngsters.

Thanks A-B for a really nice slice of family life.

I trust your break is going well, and once again, I'm delighted to receive my daily fix.

Parental Stress


Bike Archive

The Children Really Are Typical Youngsters

I have discovered your secret, Bonzi, and yours too Angharad! These story lines with the children are coming from a very good source, and yet apparently undetected by the other commentators, or at least not commented on!

Because I am a good and upright young lady (OK not so young) I won't tell anyone at all that the best story lines about the kids come from both of you watching kids, and how enjoyable it is to watch kids doing what kids their age do - be themselves.

Ooppps.... I just reread that. Guess I placed a catnip mouse in front of Bonzi's bag!

And I really want the two of you to continue collaborating, and keep this excellent serial story going is 3000 episodes too much to ask?

Don't let someone else talk you out of your dreams. How can we have dreams come true, if we have no dreams?

Katrina Gayle "Stormy" Storm

Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1047.

Well, the family life for Cathy Shows all of the fun of having daughters and only one son. Now I wonder what car Simon got for Cathy.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

An A class Mercedes…

…like she had previously and liked so much.

Another excellent episode, Angie. We are still enjoying it every night.

We both hope your wee break in the Lake District is going well,

Love and hugs from T and me

Hilary

OOPS!

She's gonna crash it!
I jus' know she's gonna' crash it!

Drive carefully on the way home from the lakes.

Still lovin it!

OXOXOX.

Beverly.

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No She Wont, she's a Woman!

and everyone knows, leastways the Car Insurance people do, that women are much safer drivers - its the blokes who do all the crashing and smashing!

More interesting though, is this writing on Holiday bizz. Enquiring Minds Want to Know, are Bonzi and Angharad having separate holidays? Or can they share a hotel room? :)

Briar

Briar

Bonzi doesn't like travelling…

…so he has stayed at home. However I have it on excellent authority that Ang and Bonz communiCAT telepathically every night so Ang knows what to write. Bonz is giving his paws a rest until Saturday. :)

Gabi.


“It is hard for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.” Thomas Hardy—Far from the Madding Crowd.

Gabi.


“It is hard for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.” Thomas Hardy—Far from the Madding Crowd.

a question

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Does Ang put butter on her paws..err, feet?

Kris

I Don't Know, Kristina…

…maybe HE (yes, he's still officially a HE, even though he's lost his wheel-weights) is just having a nice rest—or should I say a PAWS :D *giggle*

Gabi.


“It is hard for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.” Thomas Hardy—Far from the Madding Crowd.

Gabi.


“It is hard for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.” Thomas Hardy—Far from the Madding Crowd.

Ahhhh

Someone held out and moaned around and moped until she got her way. Is that kind of like some kid pouting over make-up, in a way? Naah. One question though, Since I often have trouble remembering my name when I am not wearing a nametag, didn't Cathy's bike get trashed a while back, and doesn't she have a new one in order because of it? I don't remember her clelbration over a new one recently. Maybe I just don't recall it.

Moaning and moping?

Stacy

If you're referring to Cathy and the car, I thought she made it quite clear that she didn't want the Audi, but was quite happy to continue using Tom's Mondeo.

I don't recollect the last time that Cathy's bike got trashed (though I'm sure Ben can step in and help out). However, I believe that like our esteemed author (the bipedal one), she has several bikes, so one being trashed wouldn't be a huge disaster.

Perambulating Stuff


Bike Archive

Ahhh! Family life

don't you just love it! 24/7 you have to be on your watch.... Because you never know what the little darlings will be up to next, Mind you enjoy it all while you can....Because before you know it, They will all be grown-up and have left the happy home, Then all you are left with is memories.....That is if you don't adopt anymore Cathy....

Kirri

cars,bicycles,Mema

come to think of it, no I dont believe the insurance has resolved the last mangled bike. when I thought back I was yes it had, but I think yer right.

I think Cathy legitimately had right to complain about HER car. It really did not serve her needs nor purposes

Last chapter, I noticed comment in story about Mima speech, it appeared tho it's not been in story line for a bit, that least they have been looking into.

Still dont think Billy/Billie is a TS. (but, I'll defer for now)

Simon must have heard me . I

Simon must have heard me . I knew Cathy really loved her old Merc.
How else do you control a child like Trish ?
What does Cathy think about an American style Bunk-Bed ?

Cefin