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It is fascinating
It is fascinating the way you, Angharad, develop your characters over time. Gramps developed a strong Lalands accent he either did not have or suppressed before, Stella went from being a no nonsense urinary tract specialist nurse through a basket case to a responsible young single mother, and now Julie grows from a dysfunctional trans teen with lots of resentments and hangups, to a sensitive, intelligent young girl.
Of course it helps to have a long story for these characters to develop in !
I hope you will forgive the comparison please, but Bike has become the Archers of the TG Storysites. Long may it continue.
Angharad's imagination and persiverence and sheer talent is unparalleled. Bike is definitely addictive, but unlike nicotine or alcohol not dangerous to your health.
Briar
Briar
It Is Amazing How Things Happen
It is amazing how things happen. I think the blue light purposely messed with the car and the TV because it knew that Cathy and Julie needed to talk and bond deeper with each other. Just like with Trish, Cathy's past makes no difference to Julie. Julie sees that she can be a successful woman just by seeing her live her life. I tend to agree with the view that Cathy is an angel who lives here on Earth and uses her many talents to help others in need. I have loved this story from the beginning and I want to see it continue for as long as Angharad wants to continue.
Wuthering Dormice-899
One NEVER can tell what Angharad, or Bonzi will have for us to read, each day, and that's what makes Bike such a fun read.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Julie.
There see.
All kids are nice if they are treated right and given a chance to respond. Sometimes it takes a bit of time but with nurturing and love they can get there.
Good ole' Cathy. Ever the healer even when the blue light is not in the ascendancy.
Julie's right. She's certainly won the lottery and 'pillow talk' is one of the best healers especially for kids! The kids will decide when they no longer want to slide into be with mum.
You'll be surprised by this but my wife used to climb into bed with her mum just to chat even after we were married. I learned this when we were staying there after my wife's first trip home from a 13 month sea voyage as 'the captain's wife'. Her father sent me up with the tray of tea and biscuits and I thought my wife would have been sitting in the chair chatting to her mum. But no, - there she was under the duvet with her mum. My wife was about twenty eight and I was about thirty two. It was the first time our unborn daughter had declared her feelings and both mother to be and grandmother to be were shrieking with joy as they felt our unborn daughter kicking furiously. I was a jealous as hell because I'd never had a mum to climb into bed with.
Helen could see I was envious so she patted her side of the bed and turned her tummy towards me so that I could also feel my daughter kicking for the first time.
Naturally grand-dad came up to see what the commotion was about but he just sat on the chair and grew all weepy.
Go for it Cathy and Julie. Pillow talk is one of the best therapies around!
Love and hugs,
Beverly.
Beverly Taff.
This is wierd. I haven't changed my password but the site wont dispayl all my thingies at the side like 'Submit Story'!
All the previous comments
All the previous comments beat me to mine, so all I can say is WOW, 899 episodes of "Bike"! I, too hope that Angahrad continues her story for as long as she feels like writing it. It is a fun, sweet, loving and yet at times provocative story. By provocative, I mean it gets a person to think about some of the issues that have been put out there for anyone reading the story. Angahrad, thank you in so many ways. Jan
In the days
when i went too school (yes it was a long time ago!!!) You had no choice in your writing equipment, it just had to be a fountain pen, (Computers were some distance in the future!)Ballpoint pens were an absolute no-no...Which i have to say was a shame....Because on more than one occasion a pen leaked in my bag onto my school work...Cue lots of explanations to teachers and unfortunately a few after school detentions.....So i think you can see why the fountain pen is not something i get too nostalgic about....Nice too look at, Nice too hold!...But give me a word processor anytime!!!
Kirri
That didn't happen
in my girly pencil case :p
I still have a fetish about fountain pens and have several verging on many - not all expensive ones, I hasten to add. I use one regularly as well, which often gets comments from my patients.
Angharad
Angharad
I've used fountain pens on and off
I too worry about leakage. Having a big ink stain in your shirt or pants pocket isn't very elegant and pocket protectors are out of fashion.
As a advanced amateur woodworker I have made some very nice fountain pens (and others) from various kinds of wood. When I use one I use one of my own.
You were lucky.
We were expected to use dip pens from the ink in the built-in ink wells on our desks :) When I could write by hand (which I have difficulty doing now) I always found fountain pens, even the Parker 51s we used to sell in our shop, rarely worked properly and dried up when I scribbled quick notes. I much preferred pencil or ball point. Now I much prefer a keyboard.
I wonder if Cathy threatened young Julie with Seville because she was thinking of Seville oranges and the marmalade she needed to bribe Paddington. We're well stocked up with marmalade and there's a stock of Seville oranges in the freezer to ensure supply until next January.
Robi
wisdom of a teenager
“I’d rather not talk about it, but I won’t deny it—which makes me less than angelic by anyone’s standards.â€
“Mummy, you’re much clever than me, but I see you as only doing things that needed to be done. You’re not spiteful, are you? I mean you tried to help that bloke in Southampton, and he tried to spoil things for you.â€
Everyone sees Cathy's virtues. Wish Cathy would get the message.
Once I had an Osmiroid*…
…fountain pen at prep school—and a Platignum, several in fact; ah the nostalgia of it all. I also had a Biro (which ruined my handwriting). When I passed my Common Entrance exam to go to public school I was given a Parker Duofold, which I still have. When I got my A-levels I was given a Sheaffer Snorkel, a real classic which also I still have and which is still in regular use. I have another fountain pen, which I inherited from my step-father, a Parker 51—another classic. I only have a small collection, but it includes two nineteen thirties’ Swan fountain pens that were my Mum’s.
There's something special about fountain pens—even if they do suffer from “leaky-bladder syndrome†as they get older.
Gabi.
A self-confessed fountain pen nut.
* Doesn't the name “Osmiroid†tend to remind one of a rather painful affliction?
Gabi.
Say vee yah?
Amazing what one little word can do, when it's the right word. :-)
Interesting "revelations" :-) I dunno about a dolly, I never had one, but Teddie is an awesome companion. The two of us have been through a LOT together, and she's always there to help. She's a cute little panda, with a nose that's a tad off to one side. :-)
I do recall "fixing" the microphone on a radio and then on a cassette player (the mic let the little yellow and blue boxes act like a loud speaker...) It was so much easier listening to my song birds without the "amplification"... The speakers just couldn't handle things. :-) Neither daughter seemed to mind, and later both said it was fine (when they were old enough to tell.) :-)
That brand of fountain pen I've not found, but the ones I had were wonderful... Once you'd used them long enough for the "flat" spot to wear where you needed it to - oh the flowing prose. :-) And, it was a bad thing trying to borrow a friend's... It just didn't work. :-)
Thanks for an interesting episode...
Annette
Is Cathy an Angel?
I vote yes. She was first described as an Angel, when she and Stella visited her mom on her death bed. Her mom told the nurses that she had been visited by two beautiful angels.
I expect that when her father beat her that last time, when she was Charlie and she almost died, is when she was rescued by being combined with an angelic female spirit. This angelic spirit has both helped her grow as Cathy and exhibit angelic powers.
At times, Cathy is a celebrity in spite of herself. She exudes a compelling charisma for good and love. It draws those in need to her. It also causes a few, like her old school chum, to try to destroy her. See what happens to those who oppose Cathy with malice?
Angharad, this is an intelligent, well written and thought provoking story. I bet you are the one who has imbued Cathy with this endearing quality. Does this make you an Angel also? Thanks for the lovely story.
Hugs,
Trish-Ann
~There is no reality, only perception~
Hugs,
Trish Ann
~There is no reality, only perception~
Paddington
Was blown up in Cathy's previous car. I remember it clearly, and something about Simon getting her another. This was before the stuff hit the fan the 3rd time or such.
Always wanted a Mont Blanc fountain pen
I sympathize with no one over fountain pens leaking. As an Engineer and draftsman, I used to draw plans using a drafting
bow. this looks like the slightly open beak of a crow, that was dipped in India ink. It held a droplet of ink between the jaws, the width of the line made by an adjustment screw. If you hesitated, all the ink came out at once, ruining a drawing that you've spent hours or days on. These made the modern nibs you dip as simple to use. This may be reason most Engineers are so anal (hey, clean up your minds). Thankfully, these went the way of slide rules, for those born after 1968, look them up.
Cefin