(aka Bike) Part 1769 by Angharad Copyright © 2012 Angharad
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Trish was pretty well washed out after her episode with Stephanie, though she did manage to eat the delicious dinner that David had made for us. Stephanie was much impressed. “If this is how the upper classes live, I’m gonna marry me a lord.”
“Most of them probably earn less than you do,” Simon dropped his little bombshell.
“Oh come off it, Simon,” she rebutted, “they all live in family piles with butlers and downstairs maids and whatnot.”
“I don’t think they do, okay the richer ones might, like the Churchills or the Devonshires, but quite a few are long time politicians and they probably don’t have country estates and a pied á¡ terre in Chelsea.”
“I thought they all lived in Nottinghill,” suggested Steph.
“They do, don’t they?” I agreed and Simon considering discretion to be the better part of valour shrugged.
I left them chatting while I took Miss Sleepyhead up to bed and tucked her in.
“That other lady wasn’t as pretty as you, Mummy?”
“Which other lady was that, sweetheart?”
“The one on the boat, she looked a bit like you, mainly the hair and she wore a dress like your red one.”
“Is that why you thought it was me?”
“I s’pose so, when I saw her with the captain, she didn’t look that much like you at all, she had a bigger nose.”
“I see, so you’re remembering a bit more now then?”
“Yes; will you stay with me for a bit?”
“Of course I will.”
“I feel a bit scared.”
“After that experience, I’m not at all surprised.”
“I knew you’d save me.”
“Why was that?”
“You always do.”
“Don’t count on it, sweetheart, we all have feet of clay and let people down despite our best efforts.”
“But you wouldn’t would you?”
“I’d try not to, now how about you close those peepers and we have a little cwtch.” I don’t know about Trish, but in cuddling down with her I fell asleep in minutes. When Simon woke me an hour later, I was chasing Cavendish down the Champs Elysées and about to catch him; silly man couldn’t understand why I was so grumpy.
“She alright?” he asked nodding at Trish.
“I hope so, she’s beginning to remember what happened.”
“Oh,” he pulled a face.
“Apparently the woman she thought was me, was because our hair is similar and she was wearing a red dress like one I’ve got. She told me I was much prettier.” I smirked and he rolled his eyes.
Later when we’d got to bed and I was wide awake because of the nap I’d had earlier, he asked me about what had happened in the hospital.
“I told you, she’d misconceived and I had to move things about for her.”
“Yeah, but what was that about repaying some ancient goddess for helping you to find Trish?”
I blushed with embarrassment. “Look, I don’t know how much of this stuff I believe, okay?”
“Okay with me, babes.”
“The Shekinah appeared to me and told me she would help me find Trish and rescue her if I was prepared to help someone else first. I agreed I would, while hoping Trish wouldn’t suddenly appear and need my help while I was working with this other person, who turned out to be the captain’s wife. Thankfully, I didn’t have to choose between them.”
“You got off relatively light then?”
“Not quite, I was obviously anxious that Trish would appear before I was ready.”
“And what else?”
“I agreed she could call upon me again to act as her instrument.”
“Which one’s that then, a cello or a trombone?” He chuckled to himself at his schoolboy joke and the bed jiggled from his laughter.
“I think David’s a keeper, don’t you?”
“He’s a wonderful cook, but aren’t we sort of restraining him, I mean he should be working in a big hotel or restaurant, like the one in Paris.”
“No we’re not, he was abused by those big places and had a sort of breakdown, I don’t know if he’d cope with one at the moment.”
“He copes with us, and we’re as weird as a witches convention.”
“Huh, speak for yourself–nothing weird about me, or Trish.”
“Except you can’t walk past a dead body without raising it up and sending it home to frighten his wife and children to death.”
“Yes I can, you're confusing me with the Cessna that crashed into the Dublin municipal cemetery.”
“Go on.”
“Well, everyone on board was suspected killed but up to today the authorities have recovered four hundred and seventy three bodies.”
“A Cessna–not a jumbo?”
I sighed, “Si, where was the crash?”
“Dublin, why?”
“Because the setting is very important.”
“Is it?”
“Yes, it happens to be an Irish joke.”
“Ah, I get it now.” Sometimes I could kill that man. He played stupid just to kill my joke–nah, he is that stupid, so it’s a good job he wasn’t in Dublin, he’d have helped them.
The weather had turned very warm and I was finding it difficult to sleep, especially next to a large warm object like Simon–although he is very useful in winter. I slipped out of bed and went down to make myself a cuppa and then took it into my study to drink it. I booted the computer up and checked my emails, there was one from Julie.
I opened it and she showed a press cutting which Henry had translated saying that the captain of the ferry had been assaulted by his ex lover because his wife was pregnant. The jilted woman was shown and she did look a little like me, but Trish was right as always, I think I was prettier. I'd show it to the others later on.
I was just closing the computer down when I became aware of someone watching me, it made me jump noticeably.
“What d’you want?” I asked coldly.
“Your attitude is nicer when you are needful of our help.”
“So are most people.”
“I suppose so, peculiar creatures, humans.”
“Yeah we must be creating things like you.”
“That was very much like a cat and unbecoming in, how did you describe yourself, ah yes, a dormouse counter.”
“Is this a social visit, in which case I’ll make some more tea and see if David has made any cake.”
“Your sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.”
“Yeah, and wit is the highest form of humour–so what?”
“It’s unbecoming in one of your standing.”
“Tough, you can take the girl out of Bristol but not the Bristol out of the girl.”
“But you were hatched in Dumfries.”
“Pure coincidence.”
“Catherine, there are no coincidences, everything happens for a purpose.”
“Go on, you’re going to tell me you’re here for a purpose?”
“You can be quite perceptive.”
“I won’t bother with the cake then?”
“But your sarcasm is better developed than your perception.”
“Cut to the chase, milady.”
“We wish you to go to see a woman in Cambridge, who needs your help.”
“Cambridge? But it’ll take half a day to get there?”
“Nonsense, and take Trish with you, you might need the extra power.”
“Well who is it and where in Cambridge is she?”
“You will be shown when you wake, sleep well.” She disappeared and I felt too angry to sleep.
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Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1769
I have the feeling that Cathy and her double are about to meet
May Your Light Forever Shine
Not quite sure what is the major source of her anger
... being ordered around by a 'hallucination', being forced to acknowledge said hallucination is the real mccoy or she resents being ordered around like an errand girl, taking away her free will.
In any case, she better sort it in a rational manner and not let her hotheaded temper get the best of her.
Kim
Cambridge!
Wonder if it's one of the atheist intelligencia. If so, it seems she's in for a bit of a shock if she realises what has been done to her after Cathy's intervention.
As always we seem to end on another cliff-hanger but I'm still lovin' it.
Good chapter Ang,
thanks,
OXOXOX
Bev.
Somehow...
Somehow I knew things weren't going to be as easy as Cathy thought they'd be...
Quite fascinating bit of events and that last bit... Woulda shown Cathy right to have had the old lady make her own cuppa... And perhaps some cake... And make sure some was left come morning! LOL For David and all to say "where'd THIS come from?" LOL
I do wonder what's going down in Cambridge... And what'll happen if Cathy decide to "ignore" the visit. Does Trish get on the wrong bus and end up in Cambridge - trying to do Cathy's job on her own?
Thanks,
Annette
Cathy, ever the rebellious teenager.
LOL, I thought that Shekina was the impostor here and that the real Goddess was quite chaffed at her for coming about? Good heavens, what will happen now?
Gwendolyn
Cambridge?
As far as I can recall, no-one who appeared in the first 1,200 episodes or so had a cnonection to Cambridge, but given the unusual nature of Shekinah's request, it's likely to either (a) be someone Cathy knows from the past, or (b) someone who'll be a useful contact in future. After all, Shekinah's told her that everything happens for a purpose, so it's probably unlikely the person Cathy's being sent after is a random A. N. Other who she's had no contact with before and will have no contact with after. I'll hazard a guess it's not someone with TG who won't have a home to go to after discharge though :)
Oh, and a big groan at the Irish joke - admittedly I had to re-read it a couple of times to 'get' it (but hey, it's nearly 2am - I think I can be forgiven for my brain not performing at its peak!)
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Another Perspective
I wish to propose a theory for Catherin to consider. Remove the title of Goddess or suggestion of Deification and replace it with that of a differently evolved being that is non corporal. At one time Earth supported a number of Hominids that eventually became just us, we as a species have not used the entire of our capacity. Why could others evolved faster farther with out the retardant war and conflict offer our species.
Would we not see the interactions between ourselves and these other inhabitants as that of god's and goddess. To state it simply the Goddess is realy an advanced being who may see there job as being a shepherds not gods. Just evolved enough that there normal capabilities look like miracles.
The Goddess is realy just a higher evolved being. Something more acceptable to Catherin's sensibilities.
My theory of the present situation.
“We wish you to go to see a woman in Cambridge, who needs your help.†We as in plural more than one being, and the women is my guess is that this woman is a team mate for the work Catherin is suppose to do.
Ms Misha Holmes Has left the building.
Thank you for your patients.
With those with open eyes the world reads like a book
So the intrepid
two will start off for Cambrige in the morning ... I wonder what delights await them there? Whatever it is though the goddess's words are hardly comforting, "Take Trish with you" she says to Cathy you will need the extra power Sounds like whatever the problem is its going to take some sorting.....
Kirri
Ah Ha
Looks like the bill is coming due.
Getting direct orders now?
Not good, not good at all., But inevitable, given where the story has been going.
Nothing like direct intervention to get past those mental blocks though.