Disha, being of a v thorough (and, to be honest, less creative) nature, thinks it would be a good idea for me to try out my new bike BEFORE the weekend, but this seems a little reckless to me. I mean, what if I do get hit by a police car? (If you belong to a family like mine, you realize at a young age that you haven’t exactly been born under a lucky star.) It would be bad enough if I had an accident after my ride with Elvin, but I don’t want to be in traction when I should be with him. I reminded Disha that you never forget how to ride a bike, no matter how long it’s been. That’s a fact. She said she reckons it really is a fact, since her grandmother can’t remember where she is most of the time, but last summer at the family barbecue she jumped on some child’s bicycle and rode all over the garden, singing.
The MC was still up and in one of her anti-Mrs Kennedy moods when I got back from babysitting tonight. She wanted to know where I’d been till nearly midnight, and I said across the road – where did she think I’d been? She said she thought Mrs Kennedy, having children of her own, would realize that Thursday is a school night. Then she wanted to know if she was usually drunk when she came home in the middle of the night like this. Did she say where she’d been? Did she go out on her own or with friends? (I really think the MC must’ve played a v key role in the Spanish Inquisition in one of her previous lives.) I said so now you’re Mrs Kennedy’s mother too. She said no, she’s just my mother and that’s hard enough. I pointed out that paranoia is also a symptom of the menopause, and she said not to forget that infanticide is too. I said it’s lucky she doesn’t have an infant then, and she said that’s not what it means.