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| Wacky Jill-Just like a woman | |
| By BrianRobertNeal | ||||||||||||||||||
| 22 October 2006 | ||||||||||||||||||
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Change of focus and approach. Wackie Jill-Just like a woman. Today, Jackie was well prepared, her clothes had been sorted the night before, and she was in the shower at 5.45. However she spent 30 minutes doing her hair and make-up. She finally got down to the kitchen at about 6.30. Jayne once again had done breakfast “Morning mum, oh no, what did you say last night?” “I said lots of things last night” “Mum, you know what I mean” “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about” “You said you’d be more restrained.” “Jayne, I’ve had little chance to be unrestrained.” “Mum look at you, your hair, it’s lovely, your make-up is perfect and you’re wearing a short skirt.” “Well I’ve got nice legs.” “Oh yes, and it so much easier in a skirt isn’t it.” “Jayne, what’s so much easier? Oh I see, Rob could get his hand up, is that what you mean? So next time you go out with Harry’s Boy and you’re in a Skirt, I should make you wear a chastity belt? Who do you think you’re talking to? Who do you bloody well think you are? You insulting little cow.” “Mum, I’m the silly little cow that’s made your breakfast, that’s got all your things ready by the door, that’s demisted your car’s windows. That’s worried that you’re gonna be made a fool of again. The sort of men you meet, only want one thing.” Jackie thought of saying, “Well how many of them have you got” but at that moment, Jayne burst into tears. Bob Dylan’s words ran round Jackie’s head, She takes, Just like a woman, She makes love, Just like a woman, But she breaks, Just like a little girl. Which is exactly what Jackie did. “Jayne come here, I’m so sorry.” She nuzzles Jayne into her bosom. “I’ve loved you from the moment the Nurse handed you to me and I put you on the breast. Everything I’ve done has been to ensure that you didn’t go without. But I’m so lonely.” “Come on Mum, sit down, eat your breakfast, then I’ll sort your make-up cos it’s all smudged where you’ve cried. “Jayne, I’ll phone in and say I’m suffering from; what was it you said; delayed shock. “No Mum you go in, I’ve not known you so happy, ever. Harry reckons it’s just over 80 miles and you should easily do it in 90 minutes. So you’ve plenty of time. The two women sat and ate their breakfasts in silence. In this case the calm after the storm. Jayne had had to grow up very quickly and could no longer be seen to be a little girl. They were more like sisters, than mother and daughter. Jackie finally left at 7.10 and got to Rob’s at 8.40 and was twenty minutes early. She was exceptionally well behaved, all day, as was Rob; which could not be said for Jayne. Jayne was all ready to go off to get the school bus, when the doorbell rang, and to her surprise and delight it was Harry’s Boy. She pulled him in and shut the door. After a lot of heavy petting, but no more, HB-(This was Jayne’s pet name for him), got to say something, “Jayne some bugger’s gone and flooded the school so it’s closed for the day. Have you asked your mum?” “HB, have you asked your dad? “Yes and he said he’d be delighted for us to get engaged on your 16th birthday, cos by then I’ll be 18. “Well I never got to raise the matter for Mum and I had a row and she shouted at me and I shouted back, then we had a cuddle and she’s gone off to work. “Jayne, your Mum’s a good woman; Dad won’t hear a bad word about her. Your Mum used to knock around with one of the Chicken Farmer’s Boys, Boys! I ask you, he was the same age as dad. He started mouthing off about your Mum, so Dad laid him and his brother out. “Well your dad’s a big powerful man” Jayne looked at HB, he was just like his Dad, not in looks, cos they couldn’t be more different but in manner they were identical. Could she spend the rest of her life with that? Oh yes she could. She’d heard all about Mum’s Flash Harries and had met a few, they made her flesh creep. Deeds speak louder than words and the two of them took a small; if commonplace step for humanity; but for them it would prove the first of many that would take them on a journey that lasted over 60 years till death “did them part” However unlike her Mother, she insisted that HB used a thingy, and unbeknown to him she’d been on the pill for over a month. So why the thingy? Well she didn’t fancy Thrush. At his garage Harry got under everybody’s feet and rowed with his two blokes. Both of who had worked for his dad and were over 60. At 1pm, they went home for Lunch and that just left Harry and Mrs.Cooper. Mrs Cooper was 64 and would have worked for the Garage as the office girl for fifty years this coming November. Harry and Mrs C; as Harry called her; would have lunch together in the garage office. Just a cuppa and roll or sandwich, cos for them tea was the big meal of the day. “Harry it’s no good worrying about Wackie, she’s a big girl and there’s nothing you can do about it. Why don’t you ask her to marry you?” “Cos she’d say no, and then it would make things awkward for the Lad and Jayne.” “Harry, she could do a lot worse than you” “Mrs.C. she’s done a lot worse than me, that’s the sort she seems to like. “Harry, play a long game, be there for her, when she needs someone, she’ll never love you, but if you’re patient; she may let you love her and that’s all you want isn’t it?” “Oh excuse me Mrs.C, I’ve left the case hardener on and it’ll overheat.” He shot out into the workshop, and said to the silent machines, “If only”.
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