Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 2351

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike, est. 2007)
Part 2351
by Angharad

Copyright© 2014 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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I was quite irritable when I got to the school, catching the girl and then having the second contretemps did little to improve my mood.

“We’re going to have a quiz, Mummy?”

“Yes, I know sweetheart.” I can’t honestly say I wanted to discuss something which won’t happen for another month or so.

“How do you know?” asked Trish.

“Sister Maria told me about it this morning.”

“Oh—what for?”

“Why is that important?”

“Just wanted to know.”

“She asked if you girls could be included in the competition.”

“Why ask me, I don’t know nuffin,” said Danielle reminding me she was with us.

“You know lots about sport—well football an’ F1.”

“Mummy knows evweefing,” was Mima’s opinion.

“Compared to you she does,” was Trish’s riposte.

“That’s enough, Trish, it won’t happen for a month or so, therefore you’ll have to wait a bit yet.”

“I’m gonna mug up on facts,” stated Trish.

“That’s fine if you know which areas to research,” I tried to stop her wasting her time.

“Nah, I’ll just learn everything—be as clever as you then, Mummy,” she said poking fun at Meems indirectly, which the latter failed to see. Sometimes Trish can be quite cruel to those who are younger or more ignorant of something than she is which is doubly unfortunate. First, it might make her feel superior but makes her no friends and those who really are superior never have to show off. Second, Meems isn’t as daft as Trish makes out, but her interests and skills lie in different areas and directions. Trish is cleverer but that doesn’t make her superior.

“No one can know everything,” was Livvie’s contribution which sounded very logical to me, “’Cept God of course, He does know everything.” Bang went the logic. Even in mystical terms, at least in a Qabbalistic model, the three veils of negative existence are beyond the knowledge of God. So the all seeing, all knowing divinity only exists in the minds of kids and the uneducated—I include fundies in the latter. Education broadens your mind, fundamentalism shrinks it assuming it ever grew in the first place.

We finally got home and after giving them a drink and a biscuit sent them off to change and do their homework. I came across an article on the Guardian website which nearly had me in tears about transgender prostitutes in a poor area of Queens in New York. Oh boy, have I been lucky by comparison. Then flicking through the television section, I discovered a documentary on Channel four about a group of gay and transgender people who are so abused they live in a drain in Kingston, Jamaica.*

What is wrong with the world? Why do the majority have to impose their will upon minorities just to show who’s in charge, when for most of them, the existence of the minorities is a point of ignorance. Why can’t we all just live in peace and harmony, or is that too much to expect from the naked apes that run this world? When are people going to realise we can achieve almost anything when we cooperate and nothing when we don’t—except long casualty lists.

Sometimes the stupidity of human beings makes me want to cry, other times it almost wishes some epidemic would thin us out dramatically, because all we do is spend our time destroying things, including each other. How anyone can consider us as spiritual beings defeats me, we’re nasty, selfish and aggressively greedy apes with technology.

With the intolerance shown in the article and what I expected to see in the television programme, together with the trouble with the botany student earlier on, I almost felt like going to bed and staying there. Of course I couldn’t. I’m a mother with millions of babies—uh no that’s a lobster, but you get my drift—enough children to lose count, so I have responsibilities and duties.

Stella brought me a cup of tea. “When you hide away, there’s something bugging you—wanna talk?”

I showed her the Guardian article and the television guide, then told her about catching a cheat. She understood why I didn’t want to talk to most people.

“You have to believe things are getting better, Cathy.”

“Here they are, but I despair for people in the States.”

“Americans seem to think differently—if you’re poor you haven’t worked hard enough, so serve you right.”

“I think that’s a little simplistic, Stella, but what do we know about the realities of life for so many people?”

“I don’t know, we’ve both met with discrimination because we’re women, and they make up half the world. You’ve also been abused for being a different woman to some. It happens even in leafy Lincoln or lovely Lancaster. That’s people for you.”

“Now you can see why I prefer dormice.”

“I’ll bet they inhabit a world of dubious politics, adultery and megalomaniacs.”

“They do, but all of those are humans.”

“Speak for yourself,” she said folding her arms. I shrugged, thanked for the tea and drank it.

“We’re so lucky to live in the UK, aren’t we?” I suggested.

“Yep, best climate in the world.”

“You what?” I gasped and laughed.

“Well it is today.”

“Yeah, apparently they’ve got awful flooding in Bosnia and parts of Eastern Europe.”

“They in the European Community?”

“Dunno, but we need to count our blessings.”

“That’s what Simon was totalling up the other day.”

“Uh no, Stella, that was his millions and how much of it you and I have spent for him.”

“How dare he?”

“It is his money.”

“So?”

Sometimes I wonder if I understand the working girls of Queens more than I do my sister in law.

“You going to watch this programme on Friday?” she asked.

“I don’t know yet.”

“Living in a drain—it sounds like that sketch from Monty Python about living in a hole in the road or a shoe box.”

“Yeah, that was ironic comedy, this is real.”

“I know that.”

“I remember reading an article once before about gays and lesbians being murdered and abused in Jamaica. They reckon part of it is the legacy of the British Empire, and its inherent homophobia.”

“That was seventy years ago, Cathy, has time stood still since then? C’mon, girl, if the Tories can legalise gay marriage, things have really changed—here at least, so things will there eventually.”

“Yeah, I suppose so but how many have to suffer or die until that happens?”

“That, dear sister, is the unknown which defines the speed of progress, now what time is dinner?”

*Unreported World 7.35pm Friday 23rd May, Channel Four.

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