Chapter
10
I was merciless
in my attempts to get mother out of her bed, where she’d taken refuge since
winning the Tour de France.
‘I’m too young to be a tea lady,’ I
argued.
‘Ten is a grand age to start being a
tea lady,’ mother mumbled from beneath the bed-covers pulled over her head.
Not relishing the idea of becoming a
fully-fledged tea lady, I did handstands and cartwheels and pulled funny faces
to try and cheer her up. But it was to
avail.
So
I tried threats. ‘I’ll call the police.’
‘What
good will they do, child?’
‘Lock
you up,’ I heard myself say, realising that this course of action was
inappropriate and foolish. It became apparent that I had no option but to follow
my destiny, and become a tea lady at the tender age of ten. The youngest in Australia
and, perhaps the World.
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