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A Foreign Country (Part II)
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Author:  Lesley [ Sun May 25, 2008 9:22 am ]
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After rising along with the rest of the courtroom when the Judge left, Hilda and Nell, situated near the back of the room, sat back down again to wait while the crowd dispersed. They had both watched all proceeding intently, especially as they had not expected to be able to watch as they were both witnesses. However Harman had been able to explain that, being character witnesses and this not being a criminal trial, they were able to watch.

Hilda sighed, “Those were very worrying testimonies,” she said softly.

Nell nodded, “I know, made all the worse because there were so many of them.”

“Yes, and although Mr Harman will be able to refute some, there are many that are purely telling the truth.”

“Harman looks worried,” Nell observed, “so does Geri.”

“Yes, while Butcher…” Hilda paused to consider, “Butcher looks lost…”

That was Geri Shaw’s opinion as well; she had travelled back to the Prison with the Prison van and, when Butcher had been processed through Reception and back onto the Wing, had remained. She watched as Butcher had immediately moved across to her cell without stopping to speak to any of her firm and refusing the offer from Pat Francis of a hot meal. Lock up was only some twenty minutes later and Shaw waited until all inmates were settled before walking across to Butcher’s cell. She swiftly unlocked the door and looked inside. Butcher was sitting on her bunk staring into nothing. After a few seconds she spoke,

“Did you want something, Governor? Butcher’s voice was low and quiet, somewhat devoid of expression.

Geri moved into the cell and sat on the bunk opposite the inmate, “I wanted to check that you were alright? Mrs Francis said that you didn’t want your meal.”

“Not hungry,” Butcher said quickly, then lapsed back into silence.

After a time Shaw took a deep breath and spoke, “The case tomorrow will be better,” she said, “you will be able to put across your side, have people speak on your behalf.”

Butcher nodded, “Yeah,..but that Judge? I think she’s already made up her mind.”

“No, Butcher, she’ll hear both sides before making a judgement.”

Butcher shook her had, “She’s not a machine, Shaw,” she said, “she’s human, like everyone else - and she’s already heard enough to convince her that I’m mentally ill. Harman managed to stop her testimony,” Butcher’s voice deepened with anger on referring to Collingwood, “but now she’s heard so many people confirm what that professor said.”

“Mr Harman dismissed Professor Swan’s testimony as well,” Shaw began.

Butcher gave a sharp laugh, “Don’t be naive, Shaw, the Judge can’t erase what the professor said - she’ll have worked out that all the signs and symptoms he mentioned have been confirmed by later witnesses - what were they - unconcern for the feelings of others, disregard for all social norms, rules and obligations, violence, no guilt? Those witnesses showed all of them. So she’ll decide that I’ve got this…this personality disorder…and therefore that I’m not mentally competent to make my own decisions.”

“No Butcher, I don’t believe that,” Shaw said firmly, “tomorrow’s witnesses will show a different side to you.”

Butcher shook her head, her expression showing little optimism, “I hope you’re right Shaw,” she said quietly, “I really hope you’re right,” there was a short pause before she continued, "because if she does decide I’m incompetent then my life will be over,” a slight, humourless laugh then, “I always used to think that Cat A would be the worst but even in Cat A I’d have freedom,” she looked across at the Prison Governor, “you might restrict my physical freedom in here, Shaw, with your rules and regulations and locked doors, but you can’t touch my mental freedom - I can be anywhere, anyone - you can’t touch it. But if they take me to a mental hospital…

“All of this so she can get her sample - and they’ll have to drug me to get it…”

“No, Butcher, medical professionals will not allow themselves to be used in that way - there are moral and ethical guidelines as well as professional regulations.”

“Yeah? What about the Matron at that hospital I was in last year - think she’d do it?”

Shaw did not reply but Butcher saw that her remark had ‘hit home’, she continued, “And they’ll be any number of doctors and nurses willing to do anything for money, might even be some that think they are doing the right thing - that I am mentally incompetent and need treatment. And so they can control me, and they will need to control me, they’ll pump me so full of drugs I won’t even know what day it is - I can’t live like that, Shaw,” Butcher paused and stared into space for some time, eventually she spoke again, “So I’m asking, as my friend, if you’ll promise me something - just so that, if the verdict comes down that I’m not mentally competent, that I must be admitted to a mental hospital, that I'm prepared.”

“Something - what?”

“Tomorrow, when you instruct the screws guarding me, will you emphasise and make sure they all know of the ‘shoot to kill’ policy should I attempt to escape?”

Shaw’s eyes widened in shock and she shook her head vigorously, “No, no you don’t mean it…”

“Yes I do,” Butcher replied softly, “I’m not going there. I can’t end up there. Please Shaw - you owe me.”

Shaw swallowed quickly, “There’s an appeal, surely it’s worth waiting for that?”

Butcher shook her head, “They won’t wait for an appeal - they’re fighting time as it is, will want to get me sedated straight away, so they’ll have their samples. Don’t let them do that to me, Shaw. I don‘t want to live like that.”

Shaw sat staring at the floor for some time, she then looked across at her friend, “You may win the case…” she began.

“But if I don‘t?”

Another silence, this one so long that it seemed to go on forever, eventually Geri Shaw looked up again and met Butcher‘s gaze, “My Officers,” she began, her voice so quiet she was barely heard, “will know to do their duty.”

Butcher’s black eyes softened very slightly, “Thanks Shaw.”
Author:  keren [ Sun May 25, 2008 9:26 am ]
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And here was the new episode

My goodness, very powerful writing,

but we hope for the best!
Author:  abbeybufo [ Sun May 25, 2008 9:45 am ]
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:shock: :shock: :shock:

But understandable - of both Butcher and Geri Shaw

Thanks, Lesley

[no chance this can just be a horrible dream too, I suppose? - No, I thought not :cry: ]
Author:  Ruth B [ Sun May 25, 2008 11:52 am ]
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Gulp.

Very powerful, thank you Lesley.
Author:  PaulineS [ Sun May 25, 2008 2:30 pm ]
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Poor Butcher and Shaw. I hope the other testamonies can help.

:( :( :( :( :( :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :( :( :( :( :(
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Sun May 25, 2008 2:44 pm ]
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Well, I would say thank you for that but instead I think I'll just sit here and wibble. *wibbles*
Author:  Fi [ Sun May 25, 2008 3:59 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley.
I hope tomorrow is a more positive experience for Butcher. I am glad that Geri was able to offer her some much needed support; that final decision must have been so difficult for both of them.
I hope that Hilda finds a way to attend her appointment or that she can reschedule it very quickly.

*Wibbling about Butcher and Hilda*
Author:  Identity Hunt [ Sun May 25, 2008 6:08 pm ]
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Wibbling under my desk doesn't even **begin** to describe how I feel at the moment, Lesley !

I hope Hilda will produce one of her usual lucid, articulate, reasoned and balanced statements in defense of Butcher on the morrow.

I can certainly understand Butcher's reasons for asking Geri to remind the staff of the shoot to kill policy if Butcher does do a runner if the case goes badly.
My heart aches for Butcher and Geri.

Butcher's family leave an awful lot to be desired, in my opinion.
Author:  Pat [ Sun May 25, 2008 6:11 pm ]
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I'm going away on holiday tomorrow till Saturday!!! :evil: :evil: :roll:
Author:  Sugar [ Sun May 25, 2008 7:52 pm ]
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You better hope Lesley posts some more tonight then Auntie Pat! :lol:

Thanks Lesley - lets hope it doesn't come to Butcher needing to do anything drastic.
Author:  Jennie [ Sun May 25, 2008 9:55 pm ]
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Lesley, how could you leave it there?

'Easily.' she replied.
Author:  crystaltips [ Sun May 25, 2008 10:06 pm ]
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*gulps*

*wibbles*

*Hopes Lesley posts more tonight*
Author:  Tara [ Sun May 25, 2008 10:23 pm ]
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Oh dear. Oh very dear. I can completely understand that Butcher would prefer to be dead - and, clearly, so can Geri. But we've a long way to go yet (she said, determinedly optimistic).
Going off to wibble properly in private!
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Mon May 26, 2008 3:05 am ]
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What a horrible thing for Geri to have to promise the woman who saved her life but it may only be the way Geri can return the favour. Thanks Lesley
Author:  keren [ Mon May 26, 2008 9:45 am ]
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We should face facts

With Lesley it is more likely that it will get worse before it gets better
Author:  ibarhis [ Mon May 26, 2008 10:43 am ]
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keren wrote:
We should face facts

With Lesley it is more likely that it will get worse before it gets better


How true...
Author:  PaulineS [ Mon May 26, 2008 12:59 pm ]
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Does Butcher realise that if she is killed her father might get her kidney any way??
Author:  abbeybufo [ Mon May 26, 2008 1:09 pm ]
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PaulineS wrote:
Does Butcher realise that if she is killed her father might get her kidney any way??


:shock: :shock: :shock:

Hadn't thought about that - gosh!

This gets more and more intriguing . . .
Author:  Sugar [ Mon May 26, 2008 5:04 pm ]
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PaulineS wrote:
Does Butcher realise that if she is killed her father might get her kidney any way??


Lesley - don't let them kill Butcher - he doesn't deserve her kidney! But I think as a live donor you can specify recipient but if you have died your wishes are irrelevant.
Author:  Lesley [ Mon May 26, 2008 7:12 pm ]
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The following morning Hilda Annersley watched with some puzzlement as Butcher arrived in the courtroom with her two guards,

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Nell Wilson’s urgent whisper penetrated Hilda’s thoughts, she looked across at her partner, “Just wondering as to the choice of guards for Butcher,” she said, “Mr Read, he’s the one on the right, when I spent those six nights inside he was known to be a rather ineffectual officer. Suitable in the Admin block or to move inmates within the prison, but not suitable as a Wing Officer.”

“And the other one?”

“I don’t know him, he must be new - didn’t Geri mention having a new officer starting in Solitary? Said he was a stickler for the rules.”

…

Graham Harman’s first witness was his ‘expert’, after confirming the man’s identity and credentials he continued, “Professor Walters, you have had the opportunity to examine the prisoner Butcher, haven’t you?”

“I have, Mr Harman,” the short man with a shock of unruly hair looked the epitome of an absent minded professor - however his clipped speech and quick movements suggested a keen intellect.

“Then could you tell the court if your opinion is the same as that of Professor Swan?”

The little man laughed, “Oh dear, I’m afraid not. You see, Professor Swan has not had the opportunity to speak with Butcher, whereas I have. In my opinion she does not have a mental illness and is most definitely fully competent and able to make her own decisions.”

“Thank you Professor Walters, however there may be some that would point to the list of criteria that Professor Swan used, it did seem very damning.”

“Yes it did, didn’t it? That list was a truncated effort of the list produced by the World Health Organisation to diagnose the disorder, however it does not necessarily follow that individuals that have certain of the clinical features will automatically have the condition. Quite apart from anything else we do have to look at the type of person.”

“I’m sorry, Professor, what do you mean?”

The man smiled, “The individual known as Butcher is a criminal, a violent criminal, she therefore fulfils at least two of the criteria without even trying hard as disregard of rules and a tendency toward violence are both there. In fact it has been shown, in a study done in England and Wales, that somewhere between fifty to eighty percent of prisoners met the diagnostic criteria for dissocial personality disorder. However only fifteen percent of these people would be predicted to be psychopathic. Butcher is sane, she is a very clever, unscrupulous individual. She has deliberately chosen to seek a life of crime and enjoys it. She is violent but has quite exceptional control and she is extremely loyal to those she considers to be friends and to those toward whom she considers she has a responsibility.”

“Thank you Professor.”

Harman sat back down and the other lawyer rose, “Professor Walters can you tell me if you always diagnose a patient correctly?”

The little man stiffened slightly, “No, I have, like all clinicians, made mistakes.”

“Like the mistake you made some fifteen years ago? When you insisted that a man had been cured of his mental illness, that he was no longer a danger to the public?”

Walters went pale, “Yes like that mistake - do you think I can ever forget that? My error then cost that young man his life, though not until after he had killed another. You do not need to tell me the consequences of error in my profession.”

“Then isn’t there the possibility that Butcher might have tricked you? She is, as you said, very clever, she’s been in prison a long time, long enough to look up symptoms in the Prison Library and know exactly what things she should stress to ensure a favourable response from you.”

Walters considered, “It is possible,” he conceded reluctantly.

“Thank you, Professor,” the lawyer turned triumphantly back toward his seat but Walters spoke again,

“I cannot see that it actually makes any difference though, anyway.”

The lawyer spun back, “What so you mean? The difference is that the prisoner Butcher is not receiving treatment.”

“Yes, that’s what I meant - because dissocial personality disorders are untreatable, no interventions have proven effective. Moving Butcher to a secure psychiatric hospital is unlikely to have any effect - indeed it is likely to be extremely traumatic and disruptive - and for no good purpose.”
Author:  abbeybufo [ Mon May 26, 2008 8:02 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:
“Yes, that’s what I meant - because dissocial personality disorders are untreatable, no interventions have proven effective. Moving Butcher to a secure psychiatric hospital is unlikely to have any effect - indeed it is likely to be extremely traumatic and disruptive - and for no good purpose.”



Nice one!

Thanks Lesley :D
Author:  MaryR [ Mon May 26, 2008 8:41 pm ]
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A palpable hit for the other side, at last.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  PaulineS [ Mon May 26, 2008 8:44 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley.
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Moving Butcher to a secure psychiatric hospital is unlikely to have any effect - indeed it is likely to be extremely traumatic and disruptive - and for no good purpose.”


I am worried that if Bitcher is transferred to a Secure Unit, staff and other inmates could be at risk.

Geri putting two officers without a positive relationship to Butcher is also a cause for concern (well spotted Hilda). Firing in a crowded court would put others at risk and Hilda, Nell and Geri are there. I think a seriuos wibble is called for.
Author:  francesn [ Wed May 28, 2008 1:01 am ]
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Eeeek and argh don't even come close to describing it, but thank you Lesley!
Author:  Elbee [ Wed May 28, 2008 4:04 pm ]
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Phew! Just six days away and so much to catch up on! Awaiting the rest of the trial with great trepidation...!

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  crystaltips [ Wed May 28, 2008 5:02 pm ]
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Waiting anxiously for the next instalment.

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Lesley [ Wed May 28, 2008 7:28 pm ]
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The next witness called by Harman was calm, “My name is Geraldine Shaw; I am Prison Governor at the State Prison for women here in Melbourne.”

“And you have known the inmate Butcher for how long?”

Geri considered for a moment, “Ever since I transferred to the Prison,” she replied, “I was Senior Officer there from January 2003 and Governor this last year.”

“Four years in total, then?”

Geri nodded.

“And how would you describe your relationship with Butcher during that time?”

The Governor looked across to where Butcher sat, then transferred her gaze back to the lawyer, “I was aware of Butcher’s reputation prior to moving to the prison,” she began, “most officers who have been in the Service for a time make it our business to know of those inmates that are likely to be ‘difficult’. When I first started at the prison I would say our relationship was remote – exactly as you would expect for two in our respective positions.”

“Respective positions? What, then is Butcher’s position within the prison.”

Geri Shaw looked across at Butcher before replying, “Officially she has none. She is an inmate with no additional responsibilities.”

“She is not a Trustee, then?”

Geri Shaw suppressed a smile, “Perish the thought, Mr Harman,” she said dead-pan.

For the first time in two days Butcher’s face showed a smile, Harman too smiled then continued, “Then what is her position?”

Shaw paused for a moment then said, “In all prisons there are, within the prison population, certain individuals and groups that rise to the top. That have certain powers over the rest of the inmates…and are responsible for a great deal of the more organised criminal behaviour that goes on in the prison.”

“And Butcher is that individual?”

“She is, and as such she and I were, necessarily, on opposing sides.”

“But that changed?”

“Yes, the change started following the admission of a remand prisoner, Hilda Annersley…”

“Yes, we will be hearing Miss Annersley’s testimony shortly,” Harman interrupted.

Geri nodded and continued, “and it continued when, two years ago, she and I were both involved in a serious siege. In my opinion it was Butcher’s actions - she returned to confront the leader of the siege - it was her actions that saved the lives of all the hostages and all but one of the inmates. Our relationship has grown closer ever since - though neither of us ever forgets that we are still on opposing sides.”

“And it culminated, last year, in something else, did it not?” Harman asked quietly.

“Yes, it culminated in Butcher saving my life at significant risk to her own,” Geri replied just as quietly.

“Yes," Harman nodded in turn, “I’m sure we all remember the newspaper reports. Tell me, Miss Shaw, you have more than twenty years experience in the Prison Service. I’m sure you have come across many inmates that should, in your opinion, be better served having their illnesses treated in a psychiatric hospital, rather than being locked up in prison?”

“Certainly, especially within the female population, studies done throughout the world have shown that female prisoners have a much higher incidence of mental illness than the general public. While many of those women can be successfully treated in prison there are many that should never have been sent to prison in the first place.”

“And, in your opinion, as an experienced ‘front line’ officer, would you say that Butcher falls into that category?”

Before Geri Shaw had a chance to respond there was a reaction from the other lawyer,

“Objection, Your Honour, Miss Shaw is being asked to give medical testimony, she is not qualified to do so.”

The Judge looked across at Harman, who responded, “Miss Shaw has more than twenty years experience within the Prison Service, Your Honour - I wanted her opinion based on prisoners that she has seen and cared for in the past.”

“Very well, Mr Harman, I’ll allow it, but be careful.”

Harman turned back to Shaw, “You have, I assume, seen a great many prisoners in the past? Prisoners with a similar violent record to that of Butcher?”

“I have.”

“And you have seen those that, at a later date, have been designated as mentally ill and taken to hospital?”

“Yes.”

“So, based on those observations, would you consider Butcher to fall into the category of those inmates requiring medical help?”

Shaw thought for a moment then shook her head, “I would not,” she said firmly, “Butcher is violent, true, but she also protects those less able than herself, she does her best to ensure that the inmates are treated well. She is currently a member of a committee that looks into helping inmates on release to get employment and stay away from crime - her aid has been invaluable. In addition she has recently been proposed for and accepted onto a working group that is covering all correctional facilities within Victoria - looking at Prison Reform.”

“Yet she has a life sentence, no parole?”

“Yes she does.”

“In your opinion will she ever be fit for release?”

Shaw took a deep breath, “At the moment I would have to say no. That is no easy thing to admit to because I have a great deal of respect for her and consider her to be a friend. However I do not lose sight of the fact that Butcher is still a criminal and is extremely likely to re-offend should she be released.”

“You don’t consider that she is trustworthy?"

Geri Shaw thought for some time before answering, eventually she replied, “Let me just say this, Mr Harman, I would trust Butcher with my life…” she paused and then added, “but not my purse,” and the smile that had been threatening throughout her testimony now broke free.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Wed May 28, 2008 8:22 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:
"I would trust Butcher with my life…" she paused and then added, "but not my purse."


Just so! Think we all feel like that about Butcher :lol:

Thanks Lesley,
Author:  crystaltips [ Wed May 28, 2008 8:22 pm ]
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“Let me just say this, Mr Harman, I would trust Butcher with my life…” she paused and then added, “but not my purse,” and the smile that had been threatening throughout her testimony now broke free.

:lol: :lol: :lol:

Brilliant - thanks Lesley. And so glad that I didn't have long to wait for this instalment
Author:  Nell [ Wed May 28, 2008 8:23 pm ]
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Well done Geri, but I'll be interested to see how the other lawyer handles her!

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Jennie [ Wed May 28, 2008 8:49 pm ]
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Wonderful dialogue, Lesley, thanks.
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Wed May 28, 2008 9:13 pm ]
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I love so many lines in that excerpt that I can't pull just one out as a favourite. Thanks Lesley!
Author:  PaulineS [ Wed May 28, 2008 9:33 pm ]
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Geri said:-
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Our relationship has grown closer ever since - though neither of us ever forgets that we are still on opposing sides.”


I love the ay you have described their relationship.

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“Let me just say this, Mr Harman, I would trust Butcher with my life…” she paused and then added, “but not my purse,” and the smile that had been threatening throughout her testimony now broke free.
Author:  Fi [ Wed May 28, 2008 11:52 pm ]
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I'd forgotton about the committees that Butcher sits on. That's got to appear favourable to her case.
I loved the last paragraph :lol: :lol:

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Ruth B [ Thu May 29, 2008 9:48 am ]
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Fi wrote:
I'd forgotton about the committees that Butcher sits on. That's got to appear favourable to her case.
I loved the last paragraph :lol: :lol:

Thanks Lesley


And hopefully Hilda will mention the drugs talks too?

Pity we can't all give testimony on behalf of Butcher. I've worked with women with severe personality disorders - Butcher doesn't even come close!
Author:  keren [ Thu May 29, 2008 10:08 am ]
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They should point out that any normal prison would be happy to get rid of a problematic prisoner.

I am concerned that the other side can say bad things about Gerry, she was suspended last year, and about Hilda, she was in prison for attempted murder.

In short, lots of potential cliffs!
Author:  LauraMcC [ Thu May 29, 2008 3:17 pm ]
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Good for Geri! But I am now worrying about what the opposition will say - they're not free of the court room yet.
Author:  MaryR [ Thu May 29, 2008 6:49 pm ]
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keren wrote:
I am concerned that the other side can say bad things about Gerry, she was suspended last year, and about Hilda, she was in prison for attempted murder.

I can see your point, keren, but hopefully Hilda's reputation as Head wil go before her. And Geri has so many who could attest to her abilities.

Thank you, Lesley
Author:  Vikki [ Fri May 30, 2008 3:53 am ]
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Have just caught up on a month's worth of this, and I feel like I've just got off a roller coaster.
Thank you Lesley, and please don't let Geri's officers have to do their duty!!! :?
Author:  Kathy_S [ Fri May 30, 2008 5:09 am ]
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Geri's very eloquent there!
Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Fri May 30, 2008 10:46 am ]
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When the laughter generated by that remark had died down Harman sat and the other lawyer rose, “Miss Shaw, is a close relationship, a friendship, between a Prison Officer and a serving inmate encouraged within the Prison Service?”

Geri shook her head, “No, it is not,” she said, “in fact it is actively discouraged from basic training onwards.”

“And why is that?”

Geri took a deep breath, “Because of the possibility that the Prison Officer will lead themselves open to abuse by the inmate. That the inmate will start to demand items and the officer will be trapped into complying.”

“Have you known this happen?”

Shaw nodded, “I have, in only my second year as a Prison Officer one of the more experienced Officers on the same Wing was caught supplying class A drugs to a prisoner. He was convicted and ended up serving five years in the same prison.”

“Yet, despite that, you still insist that the inmate Butcher is a friend?”

“I do, the situation is very different - Butcher has never sought to use our relationship to further her criminal career,” Geri smiled very slightly, “she manages that quite well without my help.”

“Quite,” the lawyer did not appear to be amused, “yet is it not possible that Butcher is still using you? That she is, in fact, using you today to fight against treatment she so desperately needs.”

Geri Shaw sat silently for some seconds while she fought to control her temper, when she did speak it was with the same even tones, “Are you suggesting that I have been bribed by Butcher?”

“Not bribed,” the lawyer returned smoothly, “but there have been well documented cases of honest upright citizens doing dishonest things because they have become infatuated by a ‘friend’.”

Geri raised an eyebrow, “Sorry to disappoint you,” she said drily, “but Butcher is not my type.”
Author:  Fi [ Fri May 30, 2008 11:34 am ]
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I guess this is a fair question to ask Geri. Friendships of this type can so easily lead to one of the parties taking advantage of the other.

I just loved Geri's response to the lawyers suggestion that she might be infatuated with Butcher. :lol: :lol: :lol:

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Fri May 30, 2008 11:38 am ]
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Lesley wrote:
Geri raised an eyebrow, “Sorry to disappoint you,” she said drily, “but Butcher is not my type.”


Hope that doesn't go down the wrong way with the judge :shock:


*wibbles*

thanks, Lesley
Author:  PaulineS [ Fri May 30, 2008 12:31 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley. Still wibbling!!!
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Fri May 30, 2008 12:40 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley, am enjoying reading how the court case is unfolding and hope common sense manages to prevail
Author:  crystaltips [ Fri May 30, 2008 5:25 pm ]
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This is getting very intense - will have to trust Lesley that it will turn out alright.

BTW, we must be very close to Hilda's hospital appointment - or did it not happen because of the case?

*confused wibbling*
Author:  MaryR [ Sat May 31, 2008 3:30 pm ]
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Guess some people will never understand respect and trust, not if it comes between two such disparate people as Geri and Butcher - and her barb neatly underlines that.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Sat May 31, 2008 3:32 pm ]
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The next witness was calmer still, “My name is Hilda Annersley, I am Headmistress of a large boarding school at Point Nepean.”

“Thank you, now could you please tell the Court how you know Butcher?”

Hilda smiled slightly, “I met with Butcher two and a half years ago, when I was held on remand for six nights accused of murder.”

“Accused of murder?”

“Yes, a mentally ill woman had targeted a number of people associated with the school, including me, she had framed me for a murder committed in Switzerland. Fortunately my friends at the school were able to prove I was innocent of the charge.”

“Very fortunately,” Harman replied, “so tell me, Miss Annersley, you met with Butcher whilst in prison?”

“I did.”

“And would you say that following your first meeting you were able to form a favourable impression of her?”

Hilda Annersley paused and for a moment her gaze locked with that of Butcher, both women showed amusement, “No, Mr Harman,” she replied, “I cannot say that my first impression of Butcher was particularly favourable,” she said eventually, “although I must admit that I was probably influenced by the fact that the culmination of that first meeting was that I was knocked to the ground by a ‘back-hander’ from Butcher.”

“She struck you?” Harman sounded rather surprised.

“Oh yes,” Miss Annersley replied, “as punishment for daring to ‘talk back’ to her and refuse to obey orders. The resultant black eye took some three weeks to fade.”

That the testimony had not been rehearsed was self-evident as everyone saw that Harman appeared rather shocked, hesitantly he continued, “But you are willing to give testimony supporting Butcher?”

“I am,” Hilda said quietly, “although her methods were somewhat unorthodox I could see that Butcher’s motives were sound - she cared a great deal about the women in the prison - she just had not quite worked out the best way to help them.”

“I see,” Harman glanced across at his client and seemed relieved that Butcher was obviously agreeing with the witness, he took a deep breath and spoke again, “then could you tell the Court of your reasons for supporting Butcher, please?”

“Of course,” Hilda smiled, “in my opinion Butcher is an extremely loyal and caring person, she will protect those for whom she feels responsible and will fight tenaciously against injustice. That she is a criminal is self-evident and she most definitely holds to a morality and ethical standard that is quite alien to the one to which I subscribe. However none of that, in my opinion, means that she is in any way less sane than any other person. I have seen insanity in an individual, I have also seen evil in people - Butcher does not qualify in either respect. I also have a somewhat more personal reason for knowing that Butcher is completely sane and a good friend.”

“You have?”

“Yes, while in prison for those six nights I was attacked by another inmate - someone that had been paid to seek my life. Butcher was responsible for saving me - she had no ulterior motive, no reason why she should risk herself and her reputation - other than her own feeling of responsibility. Had it not been for her intervention I would have been murdered - hardly the deed of someone that is mentally ill, is it?”

“No, no it is not. Thank you Miss Annersley,” Harman nodded, “one thing, you mentioned having seen both insanity and evil - do you have the requisite skills to be able to recognise them?”

“I do not have a medical or theological degree, Mr Harman,” Miss Annersley replied, “however I do have some expertise in being able to recognise character and personality. While I do not have a perfect record, I am quite skilled.”

“Something that you have gained during your tenure as Headmistress, no doubt?”

“No doubt.”

“And you have held that role for some time, Miss Annersley?”

A glitter of amusement shone in the blue-grey eyes as Miss Annersley replied, “Quite some time, yes, Mr Harman.”
Author:  Jennie [ Sat May 31, 2008 3:54 pm ]
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What a wonderful answer!

Mind you, if the court heard the truth about Hilda, they'd think she was mad.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Sat May 31, 2008 4:54 pm ]
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Sixty-how many years is it, if you count from the actual year? :shock:

Nice answer indeed, Hilda :wink:

Thanks Lesley :D
Author:  PaulineS [ Sat May 31, 2008 5:00 pm ]
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Thank you Lesley. Hope no-one asks Hilda how long she has been a head mistress.
Author:  Pat [ Sat May 31, 2008 9:46 pm ]
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Nice to catch up on a week's worth. Lookinh forward to some more - and yes, that *is* a hint!!! :lol:
Author:  Sugar [ Sat May 31, 2008 10:10 pm ]
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Nice testimony from Hilda. Maybe if anyone asks her she could just say she'd be Head in Austrailia for however long she has, because if she says over 60 years the Court will think she's the one with MH problems!

Thanks Lesley (and I think you ought to post some more cos Auntie Pat's been deprived all week! :wink: )
Author:  Torri [ Sat May 31, 2008 11:25 pm ]
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Having caught up with this, I'm wibbling desperately about the trial and also about Hilda's health and... well, about most things!

Looking forward to more! Thanks, Lesley!
Author:  Kathy_S [ Sun Jun 01, 2008 4:09 am ]
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...While I do not have a perfect record, I am quite skilled.

None of us would doubt that! But will the court?

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sun Jun 01, 2008 2:17 pm ]
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I'm looking forward to Hilda's steely glare on the prosecutor. I think he'll get more than he bargains for :lol:
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 2:33 pm ]
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Near the back of the courtroom there was a noise exactly like that of a suppressed laugh - at least, that was how it sounded to Miss Annersley, to everyone else it was merely a sneeze. Hilda looked across and exchanged glances with her partner before looking back toward Harman.

“And, in your opinion, having all this experience, you do not consider that Butcher could be mentally ill?”

“I do not, and I feel very strongly about this - it’s one of the reasons why I was so keen to be here today as a character witness.”

“One of the reasons?” Harman asked.

Hilda Annersley nodded, “Yes, I wanted to be here for two reasons, firstly because I wanted to show my support for Butcher but secondly, and at least as important as far as I’m concerned, to registered my disquiet over the possible precedent being set here.”

“Precedent, Miss Annersley?” This time the question was asked by the Judge herself, Hilda turned to address her,

“Yes, Your Honour,” Hilda turned to face the Judge, “one that I have seen many times since coming to this wor… this country,” Hilda paused for a second then added, “though not just Australia, it seems to be world-wide - that of attributing all serious crime to a mental illness. People seem to forget that human beings are very prone to doing wrong and instead want to just excuse the act by saying the person must be mentally unwell. To my mind that seems to completely forget the fact that we as a race have ‘free-will’ and can choose to break any law. We need to remember that this is a sign of free choice, it is not a sign of mental ill-health.”

“I see,” the Judge replied, “thank you for clarifying that. Have you finished, Mr Harman?”

“Yes, Your Honour.”

“Then your witness, Mr Rushton.”

The opposing lawyer nodded and rose, he walked over until he was standing in front of the witness box, “Miss Annersley, this case is not about trying to label all criminals as mentally ill. This case is about a mother attempting to get the best possible help for her daughter. Help that cannot possibly be available to her as an inmate inside a high security prison. Surely you can understand that?”

“I could, Mr Rushton, if I believed that was your client’s reason for doing this, but it isn’t.”

“Of course it is,” Rushton replied quickly. Hilda Annersley looked across at the man for a full minute before replying; during this time it was noticeable to all in the courtroom that he was becoming more and more uncomfortable. Miss Annersley took a deep breath,

“Forgive me, Mr Rushton, I’m sure you know your own client far better than I do, however I was purely extrapolating from the known facts. Butcher was sentenced to life imprisonment in December 1995, from then until only last month your client had made no attempt to visit her daughter, she had neither written nor called. Indeed, for more than eleven years there had been absolutely no contact between Butcher and Ms Collingwood. Does that seem reasonable to you? I must admit I do not find it reasonable – I have known of people able to exchange lengthy phone calls and letters when separated by entire continents and by war – not merely by a prison wall.”

“That’s not a…”

“I haven’t finished,” Hilda said sternly, and on attempting to make eye contact Rushton subsided, “then, last month, Butcher receives a visit from Ms Collingwood, the sole reason for said visit being to get a blood sample from her in the hope that Butcher will prove to be a match and be able to donate a kidney to Ms Collingwood’s seriously ill husband. When Butcher refused to give the sample is when you were engaged to attempt to convince a Judge that Butcher was unable to make decisions for herself.”

Hilda Annersley’s normally pale face appeared whiter than ever as she completed her speech, while she was taking a short break Harman turned to Butcher, “She’s bloody good, Butcher – I wonder why you bothered getting me? Might offer her a partnership.”

Butcher smiled, “I’ll save you the effort – she’s already got one,” they both turned back to hear the rest of Hilda Annersley’s diatribe,

“No, Mr Rushton, your client has not shown behaviour worthy of that expected from a mother – and I doubt very much if Butcher will ever consider her as such again. While I can sympathise with Ms Collingwood’s obvious love for and desperation for her husband, I somehow feel we are seeing poetic justice – had either Ms Collingwood or her husband shown even a fraction of this love toward their eldest daughter then I doubt a court case would have been necessary.”

When Hilda finished the entire courtroom was silent, Rushton seemed to have been completely shocked and was unable to find the words to continue. Eventually, when the silence became rather embarrassing the Judge helped out,

“Have you any more questions for Miss Annersley, Mr Rushton.”

Rushton swallowed sharply, “Er, no, Your Honour, no more questions.”

The Judge smiled and turned toward the woman in the witness box, “In that case you may go, thank you Miss Annersley.”
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 2:41 pm ]
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LOVE it! Go Hilda!
Author:  Chelsea [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 3:52 pm ]
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YAY Hilda!!!
Author:  Chelsea [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 3:55 pm ]
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YAY Hilda!!!
Author:  Kathy_S [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 4:57 pm ]
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Another yay!

But rather worried about the white face....
Author:  abbeybufo [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 5:28 pm ]
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Well done Hilda :D :D

But also worried about the white face . . . :shock:

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Emma A [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 7:22 pm ]
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Echoing Kathy and Abbeybufo. That was fantastic, Lesley - Hilda said exactly what needed saying.

Thank-you.
Author:  Pat [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 8:38 pm ]
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I was expecting Hilda to collapse there. She may still do so, given that she hasn't tried to leave the box. At least she had her say.
Author:  Sugar [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 8:51 pm ]
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Fantastic. What a testimony.
I hope Auntie Pat isn't right and Hilda gets out of the courtroom without collapsing. She'd be mortified and the drama is supposed to be Butchers mental stability.
Author:  Fi [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 9:50 pm ]
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Sugar wrote:
I hope Auntie Pat isn't right and Hilda gets out of the courtroom without collapsing. She'd be mortified and the drama is supposed to be Butchers mental stability.


Echoing this. If Hilda collapses in the courtroom through ill health will it effect how much emphasis will be placed on her testimony? Would it maybe even effect the outcome of the case?

*Wibbling about Hilda's health and the court case*

Thank You Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 9:56 pm ]
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Wish people would stop giving away my plot! :wink:


Hilda Annersley nodded and rose from her seat, she walked down the three steps and started to move across to the back of the courtroom when something unforeseen occurred. Between one step and the next she suddenly lost all colour in her face, swayed once and then collapsed. Even before she had reached the floor Butcher was beside her, easing her down gently, having vaulted across the bench to reach her. Directly behind her Nell Wilson reached her friend having moved even faster than Butcher, but having to move a greater distance from two or three rows behind,

“Is she alright?”

“I think so, Wilson, she’s coming round and…”

“Butcher - step away from the lady and raise your hands!”

The command was issued by Officer Read, he had been sitting beside Butcher at the bench but now was standing with his rifle pointing directly at the convict’s back, Butcher looked round in disbelief,

“What? I’m only helping her and…”

“Step aside and raise your hands, this is your final warning!” Read’s expression was set, concentrating solely on his order.

Butcher shook her head but, realising Read was serious, quickly looked across, “You got her?”

Nell Wilson nodded, “Yes, do as that idiot says, I’ll take care of Hilda.”

Butcher stood up and swiftly raised her hands, “I was only helping Annersley, Mr Read,” she said quietly.

“So you say,” Read replied, “now on the floor!”

“I’ll come back and sit on the bench again, Mr Read,” Butcher replied, “there’s no need for this.”

“On the floor I said, now!”

“I think not!” the order was delivered quietly but there was no mistaking that it was an order. At the same time another figure walked over to stand directly in the Prison Officer’s line of fire, it was Geri Shaw, “Mr Read,” she continued, “there is no need for this, put up your weapon.”

“But she…”

“Now, Mr Read!”

The man swallowed sharply and shouldered the rifle, “Yes Miss Shaw,” he said, his face flushing a brilliant red.

“Butcher, come over here please,” Geri continued, she looked across at the convict, “I appreciate your intentions were good, Butcher, but you owe Mr Read an apology. He had no way of knowing that you intended only to help.”

Butcher’s brows lowered slightly but then she shook herself, “Yes Governor,” she looked up at the man, “sorry, Mr Read, didn’t think about how it would look. Didn’t mean to give you a scare.”

The flushing seemed to ease slightly in the man’s face and he took a deep breath before replying, “I think I managed to repay the compliment, Butcher. Apology accepted.”

“Thank you Gareth,” Geri Shaw’s response was barely audible.

“I’ll sit back down, shall I?” Butcher asked.

“Do that,” Geri replied, she then turned toward the Judge, “my apologies, Your Honour, a simple misunderstanding. It’s all resolved now.”

“I sincerely hope so, Miss Shaw,” the Judge replied drily, she turned her gaze to the two women in front of her, “are you alright Miss Annersley? Would you like me to call for an ambulance?”

Hilda Annersley, still very pale and shaking somewhat, was now back on her feet being supported by her friend, “No thank you, Your Honour, this is not, unfortunately, the first time this has happened. Luckily though my friends were there to help and…”

“Oh this is ridiculous!” The comment suddenly burst from the Plaintiff’s bench; everyone looked across to see Ms Collingwood on her feet, “Your Honour are you going to allow this…this charade? This has obviously all been fixed up between them so that we can all see the caring nature of Butcher…”

“Unless you know of a way, artificially, to look as though you were as pale as a corpse, Ms Collingwood, I suggest you remain silent,” the Judge put in quickly, “I assure you, Miss Annersley was not acting just now.”

Hilda looked across at Ms Collingwood, still being supported by Nell it was less obvious that she was also restraining her friend, in a voice only just audible she addressed the older woman, “Ms Collingwood, I have, in my purse, an appointment card with a Ms Hedges, Consultant General Surgeon at the Real Hospital in Point Nepean. The appointment is to fully investigate a number of symptoms including occasional fainting spells. If you have any further questions about my health I suggest you address them toward her.”
Author:  abbeybufo [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 10:03 pm ]
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Wow! :shock: :shock:

Of course, she has the proof of the appointment on her :lol: - way to go Hilda!!

Thanks Lesley

*hopes Hilda is going to be OK *

*wibbles*
Author:  Chelsea [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 10:05 pm ]
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LESLEY what are you doing to Hilda???

Hopefully the scene with Read doesn't taint the judge's view of Butcher.

I think Ms Collingwood is showing the judge her true colours.
Author:  Sugar [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 10:12 pm ]
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*wonders idly if Lesley's plot bunny is called "Auntie Pat"* :wink:

Not too keen on Read though but he's only there in case they have to kill Butcher later in the day if before she gets carted off to the Psych unit I suppose

Brilliant Lesley!
Author:  Pat [ Mon Jun 02, 2008 10:14 pm ]
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Sugar wrote:
*wonders idly if Lesley's plot bunny is called "Auntie Pat"* :wink:


:twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:
Author:  keren [ Tue Jun 03, 2008 7:53 am ]
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On the other hand, the whole scene illustrates Butcher's nature.

hopefully convinces the judge she is sane
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Tue Jun 03, 2008 9:59 am ]
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Did Nell know about the hospital appointment? Because she does now and I find that interesting...
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Jun 03, 2008 12:44 pm ]
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Ms Collingwood seemed to realise that she had gone too far and swiftly mumbled an apology. This appeared to satisfy Hilda although she had to take some time speaking with her friend before the same could be said of Nell. Eventually however Nell appeared to accept the apology and merely helped Hilda back to her seat. On a signal from the Judge, Harman rose once more,

“My next witness is Helena Wilson.”

After a last check that Hilda was recovering Nell walked over and took her place at the witness stand.

“State your name and profession, please.”

“Helena Wilson, normally known as Nell,” Nell said abruptly, “I am Head of the Chemistry Department, Monash University.”

“Thank you Miss Wilson, now, can you tell me how you know Butcher?”

Nell looked over at the lawyer, “I first heard of Butcher after collecting my partner Hilda Annersley from prison - at the time I was Deputy Head to her at the Real Chalet School, she told me what Butcher had done, how she had saved her life. I managed to meet her only a few weeks later when Hilda and I visited the Prison to see if introducing a literacy programme was feasible.”

“You met her?”

“Yes, as the inmate with the most influence within the prison we needed to ensure that Butcher would not attempt to sabotage our efforts.”

“And did she?”

“On the contrary, she welcomed them, told us she would encourage the women to attend. I didn’t take part in the classes myself but those that did told me that she was as good as her word.”

And was that your only contact with Butcher?”

“Far from it, I met her again when she visited the School.”

“She visited the School?”

“Yes, to give talks to our students about the possible consequences of taking drugs - she was very good, too, scared the living daylights out of them. She’s been back a couple of times since, in fact I believe Hilda has a regular booking for her twice a year now. She’s also given talks to other schools so I’ve heard.”

“I see - tell me, Miss Wilson, what is Butcher’s reward for giving these talks?”

Nell shrugged, “Far as I know she gets nothing from the talks - other than a sense of satisfaction. She was asked if she would consider doing them and agreed to continue. We spoke about it one time she was at the School - she said if she could stop just one child from ending up in prison due to drugs it was worth it.”

“I see,” Harman said thoughtfully, “interesting, when it’s been suggested that Butcher is mentally ill and that one of those symptoms is a callous unconcern for the feelings of others.”

Nell snorted, “Far as I can tell Butcher has feeling for others, she can have very strong feelings for others - but only for those that she likes and respects - more honest than most. I went to visit Butcher one time near the end of last year as Hilda was unwell. It was just after a friend of hers had been brutally murdered - the woman accused had been sentenced to a ridiculous and insulting amount of time - and I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so angry and upset at the lack of justice for her friend. And we all know how far Butcher will go for those she considers friends - why is everyone surprised that she won’t do the same for enemies?”

“You mean her family?”

Nell shook her head, “They don’t have the right to call her family, Mr Harman. Family support you whatever, family are there for you. So they didn’t approve of things Butcher had done? Well I can't say I’m too enamoured of some of her actions - doesn’t stop me being a friend. Hell, if I decided I would only be friends with those who had the same opinions as me I’d be pretty lonely - as it is I’m one of the luckiest people in the world,” she glanced quickly across to the opposing bench before looking back at Harman, “far as I’m concerned they don’t deserve to be called family, and, whatever her crimes, Butcher is the best of the bunch.”

“Thank you Miss Wilson,” Harman glanced across at the other lawyer as he spoke and Rushton rose. However anything that he wanted to say suddenly froze within him as he locked gazes with Nell Wilson. The glare from those steel-grey eyes caused him to be struck dumb. Eventually he managed a response,

“No questions, Your Honour.”

Nell Wilson smiled.
Author:  Jennie [ Tue Jun 03, 2008 2:12 pm ]
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I can just imagine that smile!
Author:  Torri [ Tue Jun 03, 2008 4:06 pm ]
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Still wibbling about Hilda, but loved Nell on the stand!

Thanks, Lesley!
Author:  Chelsea [ Tue Jun 03, 2008 5:44 pm ]
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Love Nell silencing the other lawyer!!
Author:  Vikki [ Tue Jun 03, 2008 7:02 pm ]
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Well done Hilda and Nell. Beautifully done, and fingers crossed it will be enough to keep Butcher out of the clutches of the bunch of pitiful excuses for humanity calling themselves her family.


But Lesley, PLEASE let us know what's going on with Hilda. Pretty please?
Author:  abbeybufo [ Tue Jun 03, 2008 8:08 pm ]
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Wowee! I thought Hilda was the one who could freeze the b*****ks off a bloke with one look - apparently Nell is similarly gifted :lol: :lol:

Thanks Lesley :D
Author:  Pat [ Tue Jun 03, 2008 8:53 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley. Don't dare say anything more! :wink: :wink:
Author:  crystaltips [ Tue Jun 03, 2008 9:38 pm ]
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Wow, brilliant Hilda & Nell on the stand - almost feel sorry for Rushton having to face them one after the other (almost but not quite :lol: ).

Still wibbling about Hilda's health though.
Author:  Sugar [ Tue Jun 03, 2008 10:04 pm ]
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Nell was spot on there!

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Lisa_T [ Wed Jun 04, 2008 12:48 am ]
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*joining the wibblers* I also giggled at Hilda's evasion of the question re her headship tenure! :lol:
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Wed Jun 04, 2008 3:17 am ]
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Love the updates and that Hilda and Nell silence the prosecution as well as they have done :lol:
I refuse to wibble about Hilda as i keep repeating the mantra. Lesley will not kill off Hilda, Lesley will not kill off Hilda.
If I repeat it so much maybe I will believe it! :D
Author:  PaulineS [ Wed Jun 04, 2008 12:34 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley :D :D
Author:  MHE [ Wed Jun 04, 2008 3:58 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley - looking forward to the next scene.
Author:  Fi [ Wed Jun 04, 2008 4:08 pm ]
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Thanks for the updates Lesley.
Author:  Sal [ Wed Jun 04, 2008 5:02 pm ]
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I loved both Hilda and Nell's abilities at quashing Rushton :lol: Thanks Lesley
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Jun 04, 2008 8:12 pm ]
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The Judge designated a lunch break following Nell Wilson’s testimony and, a short time later Butcher was taken to an Interview Room attached to the Court Room. After trying and then rejecting the food brought to her she turned to Harman,

“Well? Is it enough? You don’t look as though it is.”

Harman shook his head, “I’m not sure,” he said quickly, “don’t get me wrong, your witnesses were excellent…”

”But?”

“But I’ve had dealings with this Judge before – the one thing above all else that she dislikes is when the defendant themselves doesn’t testify. She seems to look on it as almost an admission of guilt. I’m not saying she’ll definitely rule against you, I hope not, but it’s possible.”

Butcher glared across at the man, “You said you didn’t want me testifying, said that it would be too easy for the opposition to make me lose my temper and blow it.”

“I know what I said,” Harman replied, “but I’ve changed my mind – I think, to be absolutely sure, you have to go into the witness box.”

Butcher rose and stalked up and down within the confines of the small room, with her back to the lawyer she spoke, “Whenever I’ve stood in that box, Harman,” she began, “the system has screwed me up well and good. Last time they gave me a life sentence no parole – convicted me of murdering a screw. Nothing was said about the fact that said screw was an evil corrupt little Hitler. No, according to the lawyers he was an upright decent citizen – his wife was in yesterday saying the same – bet she gets a full pension because of him, too.”

“I know what happened last time, Butcher,” Harman replied gently, “but last time you didn’t have me as your lawyer, did you?”

Butcher turned to face the man, “Full of yourself, ain’t you?”

“Because I’m worth it, Butcher,” Harman replied, a smile on his lips, “now I’ve defended them all, the innocent and the guilty. I’ve won many cases and lost a few. And the ones I’ve fought the hardest on are the ones I’ve mainly won. But I need to believe in cases to win them – and I believe in your case.”

Harman rose and walked across to stand in front of Butcher, reaching across he held her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes, “We might have already done enough to win this case,” he said, “but, at the end, win or lose, I want to be able to say we’ve done everything possible. I don’t want us to have to think that if only you’d testified we would have won.”

“Yeah but…” Butcher didn’t get any further as Harman interrupted,

“Come on Butcher, you’re fighting for your life here,” at Butcher’s surprised expression Harman nodded, “don’t think I’ve not noticed the type of Officers you’ve got guarding you today – made a deal with the Governor, did you? Well then you owe them and her – you’ve got to do everything possible to ensure that they not have to go through with it, understand?” He emphasised his speech by vigorously shaking Butcher, at least he did so just the once before Butcher reacted. Suddenly Harman found himself on his knees, one arm twisted up behind his back, “Now what, Butcher, you going to break it?”

There was silence for a few seconds then Butcher released her hold, she stepped in front of Harman and held out a hand, Harman reached for it and pulled himself to his feet, he waited in silence and Butcher sighed, “Okay, I’ll testify.”
Author:  crystaltips [ Wed Jun 04, 2008 8:56 pm ]
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I'm beginning to think that Harmon is worth it. He certainly seems to have connected with Butcher & is doing everything he can for her.
Bit worried about how Butcher will react under cross questioning though.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Wed Jun 04, 2008 8:59 pm ]
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Wow again! :shock: :shock:

Love Butcher :lol:

Lost in admiration 8)

Thanks Lesley :D
Author:  Katarzyna [ Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:24 pm ]
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Harmon may well be worth it - but unfortunately with that phrase my mental picture now has him as a David GInola alike in the L'Oreal advert!


which being in an arm lock to the Butcher i also have a mental picture of is quite amusing.



thank you Lesley (see I remembered)
Author:  Sugar [ Wed Jun 04, 2008 10:32 pm ]
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Katarzyna wrote:
my mental picture now has him as a David GInola alike in the L'Oreal advert!


KATE!!! I do wish you'd not said that!! I had him as a Richard Gere as Billy Flynn til then!

Thanks Lesley. Hope Butcher doesn't loose her temper in front of the prosecution lawyer (whose name I have completely forgotten! :oops: )
Author:  Tara [ Wed Jun 04, 2008 11:54 pm ]
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S***!. Have just written a long comment which has been eaten. Bother and blast. It's too late to reconstruct it, so will just say thank you, Lesley, gripping stuff.

ETA and now it won't let me log off :evil: I might have to stay on here for ever, a pathetic ghost wandering the ether ...
Author:  Lesley [ Thu Jun 05, 2008 10:38 pm ]
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Tara wrote:
S***!. Have just written a long comment which has been eaten. Bother and blast. It's too late to reconstruct it, so will just say thank you, Lesley, gripping stuff.

ETA and now it won't let me log off :evil: I might have to stay on here for ever, a pathetic ghost wandering the ether ...


Am now consumed with curiosity as to what you originally said! :lol:


“Five, nine, three, eight, eight, Butcher, A.S.” Butcher replied to the first question, directly after the case had reconvened. She was sat in the witness box and Harman had just asked her name.

“Not the name with which you started out in life?”

“No,” Butcher replied, “but the only one I answer to now.”

Harman nodded, “And what is your profession?”

Butcher thought for a moment then replied, “Armed Robber probably comes closest,” she said thoughtfully.

“You consider that a profession?”

“Sure I do, I had a long apprenticeship, a lot of learning to do, a number of obstacles to overcome.”

“I see,” Harman nodded, “and how old were you when you decided upon that as a profession?”

“About fourteen I suppose,” Butcher replied, “I knew early on that I would be heading into crime. Oh I was bright enough but school was boring and the thought of entering any of the normal professions with all the study, low pay and everything - just didn’t appeal. Did consider joining the military at one point.”

“But?”

Butcher shrugged, “But women aren’t allowed in combat zones, least, they weren’t twenty years ago - so I wasn’t interested.”

“Why combat zones?”

“For the danger of course, spark of adrenaline, even at fourteen I knew of it, knew it offered me more excitement than the normal humdrum existence.”

“So you turned to crime?”

“Yeah,” Butcher’s black eyes swept round the courtroom quickly, “I won’t make any excuses for it, everyone knows my record. I can’t explain why it is that crime appealed, just that it did.”

“You were caught at the age of fourteen though?”

“Well, I’d been let off a few times before that,” Butcher replied, “but yes, I was given three months in a young offenders nick for burglary - can’t say it did much to convince me not to keep going with crime though - quite the opposite, met up with a number of contacts there and learnt a few things.”

“And on your release?”

“On my release I was returned to my parents’ custody,” Butcher replied, “and learnt about their ideas for me.”

“What ideas?”

“Well, before the conviction I’d been expelled from school but, at the age of fourteen, was supposed to keep going. My parents told me that, to straighten me out, they were sending me to a strict convent boarding school in Brisbane, that I‘d be there until I was eighteen.”

“I see, and what was your reaction to that?”

Butcher looked across, a gleam of amusement in her eyes, “I decided that I really didn’t fancy going to another prison just yet, so I left home. Packed up my stuff and left the place about three the next morning - cracked the safe in my Father’s study and took the three thousand dollars he had there - way I figured it that was a lot cheaper than them paying for me to go to boarding school for the next four years.”

“And you didn’t hear from them after that?”

“Not for some time, I served four years for armed robbery when I was nineteen, didn’t hear from them then - had them down as next of kin but I was tried as an adult so there was no need to contact them.”

“But you were in contact with them when you were convicted of the murder of Joseph Hibbert?”

Butcher’s eyes darkened, “Yeah,” she said quickly, “while I was being held on remand I got a letter from them, saying they had read about the case, wanted to provide me with a lawyer.”

“That must have pleased you - that they wanted to help?”

“It did at the time,” Butcher replied, “I know I’d left them but they were still family. One thing I’ve always been hot on is loyalty - to friends, those on a job, family. I knew we’d had our differences - and I knew we’d never be able to understand the other’s lifestyle, but even so, they were family,” she laughed somewhat ruefully, “I’d even made sure that I never went against the firms my parents worked for - a sort of insurance that I wouldn’t be attacking them.”

“You mean you didn’t attempt any armed robbery?”

“Didn’t attempt any criminal activity against their companies - I tried my hand at all sorts before finally settling to armed robberies. Retained some sort of family honour at that time, I suppose. So I was looking forward to getting to know them again, as an adult, rather than a kid. It was more than twelve years since I’d seen them last.”

“But then it all went wrong?”

“Yeah, see I don’t think they realised that the case against me was so strong. I was convicted of murder - was looking at a life sentence - and it was all plastered across the front pages. They didn’t like that, didn‘t like the fact that they were connected with it - a big intrusion into their ordered worlds.”

“What happened?”

“She visited,” Butcher said, indicating Collingwood with her head, “told me I was no longer a part of the family, then walked out. That was December nineteen ninety-five.”

“And how did that make you feel?” Harman asked.

Butcher thought for a time, “Angry I suppose, I mean, I hadn’t asked them to get back in touch, they were the ones that had got in contact but now, because I was going to get a life sentence they didn’t want to know? That’s not loyalty, that’s not family. I decided there and then that I had no family, that I’d rely just on me, no-one else. I’d been let down by my partner in the robbery and now I was let down by the people that were supposed to support you whatever. I’d rely on just me.”
Author:  crystaltips [ Thu Jun 05, 2008 10:55 pm ]
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It's very obvious that Butcher has a highly developed sense of loyalty & she must have felt so betrayed by her family. I don't blame her for deciding that she had no family - it's only what they did to her (of course, in reality Butcher does have family in the ways that matter; Hilda, Nell, Geri)
Author:  Sugar [ Fri Jun 06, 2008 12:10 am ]
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Poor Butcher.

Thanks Lesley
Author:  keren [ Fri Jun 06, 2008 5:03 am ]
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Problem is whether they can twist her thinking to show that she is not sane.

(love for violence, excitement etc)


I am enjoying this very much and look forward to each episode
Author:  PaulineS [ Fri Jun 06, 2008 12:03 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley. Butcher gives a clear reason for her choices there.
Author:  Chelsea [ Fri Jun 06, 2008 2:59 pm ]
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While that was great, I'm very worried about the cross examination.
Author:  Pat [ Fri Jun 06, 2008 7:49 pm ]
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Chelsea wrote:
While that was great, I'm very worried about the cross examination.


Looking forward to reading that. Is it written yet? :lol:
Author:  abbeybufo [ Fri Jun 06, 2008 8:24 pm ]
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Pat wrote:
Chelsea wrote:
While that was great, I'm very worried about the cross examination.


Looking forward to reading that. Is it written yet? :lol:


Me too :D

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Tara [ Fri Jun 06, 2008 10:59 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:
Am now consumed with curiosity as to what you originally said!
I'll PM you when RL calms down a bit! My mum is staying, and you know what that's like! Am still reading avidly, it's finding the time and energy to respond that's difficult :( . This, too, will pass.
Author:  abbeygirl [ Sat Jun 07, 2008 10:20 am ]
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Great stuff Lesley! But so much to worry about...
Author:  Lesley [ Sat Jun 07, 2008 11:12 am ]
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There was silence for some seconds then Harman took a deep breath, “So, that’s past history then. But what about now? What is your response to this hearing?”

Butcher sat back, “Well I’m not stupid enough to agree with it,” she said drily, she turned to the Judge, “for the record; I don’t have any mental illness, I’m not crazy and I’m definitely competent to make my own decisions. I’m well aware that my decisions have led to me having a lifetime inside to look forward to - I’ve got no-one to blame but myself.”

“Looking back would you change any decisions?”

Butcher did not answer for quite some time, when she did it was very slowly, almost hesitantly, “My initial reaction there was going to be ‘no’,” she said, “because I stand by my decisions, as far as I’m concerned they were the only way I could have reacted at the time - even if I knew the consequences. But actually there are two decisions that I would change. The first one, the death of Joseph Hibbert, eleven and a half years ago - I pleaded ‘Not Guilty’ to his murder - but actually I was guilty,” she paused and her gaze fell upon Geri Shaw, saw the shock in her expression, she continued, “I didn’t actually pull the trigger, I didn’t kill him, but I was guilty anyway. The idea for that robbery was mine - I needed seed money for a bank job I had planned - his fifty grand was perfect. And I was the one that chose to have a partner that day, rather than do it on my own - and gave that partner the gun, not realising just what would happen,” Butcher stopped and scanned the court room, “I don’t know if he’s still her…oh yes, Mr Kennedy,” her gaze fastened on the man that had given evidence the day before, “I never intended for your uncle to die - if all had gone to plan he’d have just been locked up for a couple of hours, no more. I know that’s no comfort to you - and I also know that if I’d not gone there to rob him, not chosen a partner, not taken a gun - it wouldn’t have happened. I know that’s not going to make you feel any better - but I do regret that . Not because I wouldn’t have been sentenced - Shaw managed to get through to me that I’d have got seven years anyway for the robbery - but because he died. That was never my intention.”

The man Kennedy did not respond to Butcher but just sat with a set expression, staring ahead.

“And the second decision?” Harman asked gently.

“My decision to collaborate with a bent Governor - Masters,” Butcher said quietly, “back at the end of two thousand five, beginning of last year. It led directly to the death of a young kid, Richards, she was all set for release, had a job lined up and everything. And because of him she took her own life. If I’d not gone along with him she would still be alive - and would be a successful case for rehabilitation. The only thing I’m pleased about is that Masters didn’t escape the consequences of his actions.”

“Thank you, Butcher,” Harman replied just as quietly, “tell me, do you feel that your family have been motivated by care for you, in making this application?”

Butcher shook her head, “No, I believe this entire hearing is because I refused to give a sample, refused to consider donating a kidney.”

“Why did you refuse?”

Butcher appeared to think deeply for a while, “Initially I refused just as a knee-jerk reaction,” she said slowly, “but the more I thought about it the angrier I became - that, after the way they had just written me out of their life then, eleven years later, suddenly expect me to risk my life for them. Why should I?”

“For the record, Butcher,” Harman said quietly, “were Governor Shaw to require a kidney…?”

“She can have it,” Butcher interrupted, “no need to even ask.”

“Thank you Butcher, no more questions.”
Author:  abbeybufo [ Sat Jun 07, 2008 12:07 pm ]
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That was wonderful, Lesley - Thank You.

Holding my breath [well, metaphorically :lol: ] in the hopes that Butcher can get through the cross-examination as calmly . . .

*wibbles*
Author:  Sugar [ Sat Jun 07, 2008 12:23 pm ]
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She was very controlled wasn't she. Hope the cross examination goes as well. Shes such a multifacet character.
Author:  keren [ Sat Jun 07, 2008 6:39 pm ]
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real tension here.
How will she react tp the cross examintation
We are all waiting with baited breath!
Author:  Kathy_S [ Sun Jun 08, 2008 4:39 am ]
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A credible witness, I'd say. Hope the judge agrees -- and no one gets too trigger happy!

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  PaulineS [ Sun Jun 08, 2008 1:49 pm ]
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“For the record, Butcher,” Harman said quietly, “were Governor Shaw to require a kidney…?”

“She can have it,” Butcher interrupted, “no need to even ask.”



Butcher shows who she sees as her family now!!!

Thanks for the update
Author:  Fi [ Sun Jun 08, 2008 2:12 pm ]
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I hope that Rushton is still feeling too over-awed and intimidated by Hilda and Nell to be really nasty.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:40 pm ]
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Harman sat down and Butcher watched as Rushton rose and walked across, “Ms Butcher, can you tell…”

“It’s just Butcher, nothing else.”

Rushton gave a tight smile, “Ah yes, Butcher - of course, the Prison Officers refer to you as such and I suppose it is something that you are quite used to now - with all the time you have served?”

“Something like that, yeah,” Butcher replied calmly.

“Well…Butcher…you’ve told us about the two deaths that you say you regret - perhaps you can tell the court a little more about the rest of your crimes, murders, the ones you obviously don’t feel any regret for?”

“If you like.”

“I do like Ms B…I mean, Butcher,” Rushton said smoothly.

Butcher shrugged, “First one was almost exactly two years after I was convicted - a woman came at me with a knife. I had to defend myself.”

“You claim it was self defence?”

Butcher considered, “No, not self defence - she gave me the chance to walk away, I didn’t. She came at me with a knife, there was a struggle, she died.”

“You say ‘she’ do you even know her name?”

Butcher thought for a time, “Kinson was it…Keeble…something like that, why, is it important?”

“Obviously not to you, Butcher,” Rushton said with some sarcasm, “and I’m sure that the fact that she left two young children also doesn’t matter?”

Butcher shrugged, “Someone attacks me I won’t hold back. Was I expected to just let her stab me?”

“No, of course not,” Rushton said with an insincere smile, “and, just the once I’m sure we could all sympathise and understand - but it wasn’t just the once, was it?” He elaborately unfolded a piece of paper and referred to it, “Let me see, on your transfer to your current prison a copy of your file was sent - it makes interesting reading, as well as the murder, there were three counts of grievous bodily harm and two counts of actual bodily harm. You had spent a total of three hundred and thirty-seven days in Solitary for various different infractions of the rules including three sessions for assault on a Prison Officer, one session for incitement to riot and one for kidnapping. You had been in that prison for a little over three and a half years, don’t you feel that somewhat excessive?”

“I like to keep myself busy,” Butcher replied, her black eyes expressionless.

Rushton took a deep breath, “I’m sure you find that very funny, Butcher,” he said sadly, “however, unfortunately, I’m just as sure that everyone else in this courtroom finds it sad. That someone with such great potential should have everything wrecked due to mental illness.”

“I’m not mentally ill,” Butcher said forcefully, “that’s just a ruse, something she is using to get me committed. Well it’s not going to work.”

“You’re not mentally ill? Then all of this was done by someone who is completely sane? I very much doubt that, I don’t know of anyone sane that would have managed to amass such a nasty list of infractions.”

“I had my reasons, quite a lot of that stuff happened because I was fighting the system, fighting against persecution…” even as she said it Butcher choked herself off, realising that she had given him an opening, Sure enough Rushton was quick to pounce,

“Persecution? You mean we have to add a persecution complex here?” He turned to address the Judge, “Your Honour this is even more serious than was initially thought, and it seems to be that the prisoner Butcher genuinely believes herself to be persecuted, she needs help to fight these delusions…”

“They were not delusions,” Butcher said angrily, “they were real.”

“So you say, Butcher,” Rushton turned back, his tone conciliatory, “as were the reasons for your next two murders, soon after your transfer - weren’t you unlucky that the persecution followed you?”

Butcher shook her head, “That was different, not something that followed me, I was attacked because of my reputation, because both the inmates and screws knew I wouldn’t back down. I’ll fight for anything I believe to be right.”

“Oh yes? And these upright moral issues are the only reasons you fight, Butcher? Let me consult my list, extortion, demanding money with menaces, smuggling, drug running - don’t tell me they are considered things you ‘believe to be right’?”

Butcher shook her had, “No.”

“Sorry Butcher, didn’t hear that.”

“I said no, Mr Rushton,” Butcher said, raising her voice, “they were things I did to make sure the rest of the women knew who was in charge.”

“Who was in charge? Surely that’s another delusion, Butcher?” Rushton smiled almost pityingly, “You really must have treatment for these problems, Butcher, you are showing such classic signs, you don’t seem to have any guilt for all the terrible things you’ve done - assaults and threats to people, aggression and violence, total lack of concern for the feelings of others…”

“I tell you I’m not bloody crazy, dammit!” Butcher had been getting steadily angrier and angrier as the cross-examination progressed and finally she reached her limit, standing up she shouted out toward the lawyer, her shoulders hunched and fists clenched, she reached toward the rail at the front of the witness box, intending to leap across, in the background she could hear the Judge call out, heard a Prison Officer issue an order, nothing registered. People sitting in the courtroom had risen, intentions unknown, Butcher ignored them all, moved forward, glanced quickly round the courtroom…then suddenly stopped…

With an almost superhuman effort she pulled back from the abyss; she relaxed her shoulders, unclenched her fists, sat back down and forced her expression back to neutral, she looked across at the Officer, “It’s alright, Mr Read, panic over.”

Read stared into Butcher’s eyes for a long second then nodded and shouldered his rifle.

Butcher smiled, and although not a very friendly smile it did at least prove she was relaxed, she shook her head, “Nearly blew it there, didn’t I? You’re good, Rushton, but you’re not going to get me to convict myself of this,” she turned and directly addressed the Judge, “I beg your pardon, Your Honour, didn’t mean to disrupt your court room - won’t happen again.”

The Judge nodded, very impressed at the obvious control being shown by the convict, “Very well, Butcher,” she said.

Butcher took a deep breath before addressing the opposition’s lawyer once more, “If you’d ever been in prison, Mr Rushton, as an inmate I mean, then you’d know there are pressures, serious pressures - least there are for people that won’t give in, won’t kowtow. I gotta spend the rest of my life inside? Fine. But it’ll be on my terms. And that doesn’t mean I’m crazy, doesn’t mean I’ve got some personality disorder or mental illness - and definitely doesn’t mean that I’m not fit to make my own decisions. I’ll freely admit that I use violence to solve my problems and I’ve got a temper - I’m not the only one, there are likely to be others in this room that do the same. Problem is, inside, you’re fighting against others who can rack up the violence until it can become lethal. Yeah, I’ve killed, I make no apology for it - far as I’m concerned it was kill or be killed - and I’m bloody good. If I’d been able to join the military twenty years ago we’d not be having this conversation now - instead you’d be seeing me on TV winning a medal. Not that I see myself as a heroine, no, I look on myself as a survivor. Now have you finished? Only I’ve got to get back to the nick, got some notes to read through because I’ll be attending a conference on Prison Reform tomorrow. I was invited and I think it’s worthwhile. Well?”
Author:  Pat [ Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:45 pm ]
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Well done Butcher!
Author:  Sugar [ Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:52 pm ]
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Wow impressive self control. Lets hope she got her point across.

Thanks Lesley
Author:  PaulineS [ Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:52 pm ]
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Butcher ignored them all, moved forward, glanced quickly round the courtroom…then suddenly stopped…

With an almost superhuman effort she pulled back from the abyss; she relaxed her shoulders, unclenched her fists, sat back down and forced her expression back to neutral, she looked across at the Officer, “It’s alright, Mr Read, panic over.”

Read stared into Butcher’s eyes for a long second then nodded and shouldered his rifle.

Butcher smiled, and although not a very friendly smile it did at least prove she was relaxed, she shook her head, “Nearly blew it there, didn’t I? You’re good, Rushton, but you’re not going to get me to convict myself of this,” she turned and directly addressed the Judge, “I beg your pardon, Your Honour, didn’t mean to disrupt your court room - won’t happen again.”


If any thing should show Butcher is in control that should!

Thank you
Author:  abbeybufo [ Sun Jun 08, 2008 10:10 pm ]
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Nasty moment there . . . but well done indeed, Butcher :D

thanks, Lesley.
Author:  MHE [ Sun Jun 08, 2008 10:48 pm ]
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Butcher ignored them all, moved forward, glanced quickly round the courtroom…then suddenly stopped…

With an almost superhuman effort she pulled back from the abyss;


I wonder who she saw in the courtroom that stopped her? Geri or Hilda?
Author:  Fi [ Sun Jun 08, 2008 11:22 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:
“Nearly blew it there, didn’t I? You’re good, Rushton,


That comment should prove that Butcher hasn't got a persecution complex as she recognized that Rushton was just doing his job and he wasn't getting at her personally.

I'm glad she managed to regain her control though....I was a little worried for a moment there.

Thank You Lesley.
Author:  Ruth B [ Sun Jun 08, 2008 11:26 pm ]
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*lets out a huge sigh of relief* The woman did good.
Author:  Katarzyna [ Mon Jun 09, 2008 9:30 am ]
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well if that's the end of the cross examinations and the Judge is off to deliberate before reporting her findings i'd say it must be time to change the story line.......

so, to Hilda's fainting spells, or Madge and her unrealistic methods for running RCS industries, or perhaps even the dodgy law firm, maybe something at the school :) Where too lesley ?




Oh

and

Thank you Lesley
Author:  abbeygirl [ Mon Jun 09, 2008 1:15 pm ]
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In awe at Butcher's self control - but can't believe it is going to be that simple (this is Lesley after all). Still as katarzyna says - its not as if there isn't enough to worry about outside the court room! Thanks Lesley...
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Jun 09, 2008 9:57 pm ]
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Baby post today - verdict tomorrow - maybe.

Despite some serious urging from his client Rushton indicated that he had finished his cross-examination and Butcher was able to return to the bench. Shortly afterwards the Judge announced a recess and Butcher was taken to the interview room.

“What stopped you, Butcher,” Geri Shaw had accompanied Butcher and Harman into the room and she asked the question as soon as the door had closed behind them.

Butcher sat in one of the chairs and looked across at the Governor, “You did,” she said shortly.

“I did?” Geri sounded puzzled.

“Yeah, you, Annersley, Wilson,” Butcher jerked her head toward Harman, “even him. I was all set to go, you know how fast I can move - Read wouldn’t have been quick enough, I’d’ve got there, no sweat, would have had time to…”

“But?” Geri asked gently.

“That final look round,” Butcher replied, “I saw you, your expression was just changing, you’d just realised what I was doing - and it suddenly struck me - you cared about me, cared enough to stand up in a courtroom and admit that a con was your friend. Then Annersley and Wilson, both flaming the opposition lawyer, both taking the trouble to be here. Paying for the lawyer and everything,” she paused for a time, looked down at the floor. In a quiet voice she continued, “and if I just attacked then I’d be proving them right, wouldn’t I? Proving that I wasn’t fit to make my own decisions. I’d be throwing your faith in me back in your faces. So I stopped.”

“Best thing you could have done, Butcher,” Harman said quickly, “proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that you did have control.”

Butcher nodded, “Let’s hope the Judge agrees,” she said.

The three waited in silence for the next forty minutes or so until word came down that the Judge was ready to deliver her verdict. As the three slowly made their way back to the courtroom, the ever-present armed guard just behind, Shaw suddenly stopped,

“What is it?” Butcher asked.

“A sudden thought,” Geri replied, “tell me, Butcher, if you had continued with your attack - who was the target?”

Butcher said nothing for some time, then she smiled very slightly, “You don’t want to know, Shaw.”
Author:  Sugar [ Mon Jun 09, 2008 10:03 pm ]
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At least Butcher realised Hilda Nell and Geri care unconditionally. I'm assuming the target was her mother?

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Jennie [ Mon Jun 09, 2008 10:04 pm ]
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Lesleeeeey! How could you leave it there?

A mocking laugh was the sole response from the Queen of Cliffs.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Mon Jun 09, 2008 10:05 pm ]
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I thought it was probably her mother too . . .

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Pat [ Mon Jun 09, 2008 10:05 pm ]
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Nice. Thanks Lesley. Looking forward to reading the verdict when you get around to posting it! :wink:
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Jun 09, 2008 10:14 pm ]
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Actually it's more a case of when I get round to writing it, Pat. I know what she's going to say but it hasn't travelled to my hands yet. :roll:
Author:  Pat [ Mon Jun 09, 2008 10:20 pm ]
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Do you think electric shock treatment might make the connection happen quicker? :halo: :halo: :halo: :halo:
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Jun 09, 2008 10:22 pm ]
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More likely cause me to have a fit! :roll:
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Tue Jun 10, 2008 5:54 am ]
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Thanks Lesley. That's been amazing catching up with all that. Glad Butcher managed to control herself in the face of all that.

The sad thing is her life might have been different had she joined the army or been able to do something to channel all that energy. It's a pity her family didn't try and find an alternative for her
Author:  crystaltips [ Tue Jun 10, 2008 10:46 pm ]
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Wow, speachless at such powerful writing!
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:28 am ]
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Back in the courtroom everyone rose as the Judge entered and moved across to sit in her chair, she looked up, “Sit down, everyone, I am prepared to deliver my verdict and it may take some time,” she waited whilst everyone sat down then took a deep breath. “When I was first asked to sit in judgement of this case I felt it would be a simple one, it seemed to me to be a straightforward case of a family trying to do the best for someone but having to resort to the courts in order to do so. I was aware of some of Butcher’s crimes - although I had not previously encountered her. I was also aware of her reputation within the Prison Service. The thought of someone refusing to agree to donate a sample of blood, refusing to even countenance doing something to aid a dying father - it seemed almost unthinkable, and certainly evidence, if any more was required, of a sick mind requiring healing,” the Judge paused for a moment to sip from a glass of water,

“However, during the testimonies heard yesterday and today, a slightly different picture emerged. One where, rather than being a close, loving family, it seemed that there had been little contact since Butcher was aged fourteen, that an attempt at contact had ended when Butcher had been sentenced to life imprisonment - surely a time when any family would want to be giving all their support? I was unconvinced with the arguments put forward by the Plaintiff as to why they were unable to set foot inside the prison - for your daughter you should be able to do anything. In addition I was somewhat disturbed about the accusations levelled by the Defendant and some of her witnesses, namely that this action had been brought solely so that power of attorney could be obtained and a sample forcibly extracted. While this seems somewhat unrealistic it seemed to be a genuine fear. I therefore made the decision that, regardless of the opinion of this court with regard to her competency, the prisoner Butcher would not be placed into the custody of the Plaintiff but, if necessary, would be made a Ward of Court.”

At the words there was a cry from Ms Collingwood and her lawyer attempted to console her. The Judge glanced across at Butcher and was surprised to see that there seemed no expression of relief upon her features, she wondered why. She took another breath and continued, “Now, as to the question of competency - or, put more simply, is the prisoner Butcher actually responsible for her own actions or does she have a mental illness that renders her unable to understand that she has performed an illegal act, unable to appreciate the consequences of her actions? Professor Swan was adamant that she was mentally ill, that she was, in fact, psychopathic. Certain aspects of her time in prison and her record in general would seem to confirm this, her lack of remorse, continual re-offending, casual violence. Even her obvious intelligence and eloquence do not mean that she is automatically excluded from being mentally ill - some of the sickest people in history have been intelligent and charming. Professor Swan’s testimony appeared reasonable - but another expert testified the opposite, that Butcher was as sane as I was. Who to believe?” the Judge paused and took another sip of her water,

“In some ways it was far easier to believe that Butcher was mentally ill, far easier to believe that someone would not deliberately perform acts of violence, that there must be a reason for the behaviour. How many of us, on reading a newspaper report about a particularly nasty crime, has muttered ‘sick bastard’ under our breath? It’s far easier to consider that a person is mentally ill - because in some way that absolves the rest of us. However I am mindful of something that Miss Annersley mentioned, that, along with insanity and evil there is also free-will. And here there did seem to be an explanation, one that would mean that we not have to remove some fifty to eighty percent of our criminals from our prisons and instead place them in secure mental hospitals. That, for whatever reason, Butcher had chosen to commit her crimes, she was not under the influence of a mental illness.

“That, then, is my verdict, Butcher please stand.”

Butcher and Harman both rose.

“I find you to be mentally competent and fully able to bear the full consequences of your crimes.”

“Thank you Your Honour,” Butcher replied quietly and now an expression of relief appeared on her face and an almost identical one could be seen on the face on the Prison Governor seated just behind Butcher.
Author:  Catherine [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:47 am ]
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Thank goodness for that!


Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Caroline OSullivan [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:54 am ]
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Phew! Thank goodness.

Thanks Lesley :D
Author:  Ruth B [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:56 am ]
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Maybe I've been reading RCS too long, but isn't there a big unsaid BUT at the end of that sentence?
Author:  PaulineS [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 10:24 am ]
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thank you Lesley. I am glad the judge could see that Butcher is not insane, but different.
Author:  ibarhis [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 11:15 am ]
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PaulineS wrote:
thank you Lesley. I am glad the judge could see that Butcher is not insane, but different.


Of course, in many societies, different IS insane! Glad we don't live in one of those...
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 1:01 pm ]
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That's the verdict, but will Butcher's 'Mother' appeal?
Author:  Fi [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 1:01 pm ]
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I took a big sigh of relief and then I scrolled down and read this.....
Ruth B wrote:
Maybe I've been reading RCS too long, but isn't there a big unsaid BUT at the end of that sentence?

.....and now I'm wibbling again. :roll:

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Sugar [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 1:28 pm ]
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Nice cliff Lesley. Any chance you could finish the rest of the speech by the Judge.
Author:  Katarzyna [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 2:59 pm ]
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Ah, sugar, so you can see the "however," looming in the near future then as well can you?
Author:  crystaltips [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 4:23 pm ]
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Read it, thought great that's settled.

Read the following comments, now wibbling.

Thanks Lesley (probably!)
Author:  Rachel [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 6:36 pm ]
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Ah, dear Lesley, how I have missed thee and thy little dramas.

Having just spent the whole afternon reading through RCS11, I wonder if you could possibly email me RCS10 at some point so I can make sense of some gaps?

And then perhaps you could continue your wee saga.


ETA p. How could I have forgotten to "P"?
Author:  Pat [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 7:03 pm ]
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Ruth B wrote:
Maybe I've been reading RCS too long, but isn't there a big unsaid BUT at the end of that sentence?


I thought exactly the same! Maybe I've been reading too much RCS! Come and put all the wibblers out of their misery please Lesley.
Author:  MHE [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 7:10 pm ]
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I've just finished a crash course in RCS reading and agree whole heartedly with Pat and the rest - have now joined the rest of the board wibbling. :roll:
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 8:33 pm ]
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The Judge smiled very slightly at Butcher, “That’s the first time I have ever been thanked by someone for saying they deserve to be in prison. Good luck to you for the future, Butcher,” with a nod toward Geri Shaw, the Judge then rose and vacated the court room.

Butcher turned to Harman, “Thanks,” she said quietly.

“My pleasure,” Harman replied, “glad my last case in this country was a success,” they both looked round as Miss Shaw walked up to them,

“Congratulations, Butcher,” she said with a smile.

“Thanks Governor,” Butcher grinned, “suppose that means I’ve got to go back now, does it?”

“I’m afraid so,” Geri said solemnly, but with an amused glint in her eyes. She signalled to one of the Prison Officers who immediately walked across. Butcher stood patiently and allowed him to fix the normal restraints around her wrists and ankles.

“Butcher, we must be going now,” the gentle voice caused Butcher to turn, Hilda and Nell were standing there.

“No worries,” Butcher replied, “you sure you’re okay, though?”

Hilda nodded, “Yes, the dizziness has passed.”

“This time,” Nell said sternly.

Hilda sighed, “I know, Nell, stop nagging,” she smiled across at Butcher, “I’m very pleased you have won your case,” she said, “it would have been a complete travesty of justice for it to have been lost. I will see you next visit.”

“Great, both of you?”

Nell nodded, “Yes, I can set my own timetable and make up any time so I’ll be there. You look after yourself, Butcher,” she held out a hand and Butcher reached awkwardly to clasp it, the awkwardness solely due to the restraints she was now wearing. Hilda then also shook her hand.

“Thanks, both of you,” Butcher said, “I really appreciate you both standing there and saying all those things.”

“Yes and if either of you ever want a change of career,” Harman put in, “contact me. You would both make excellent trial lawyers.”

Hilda and Nell both smiled at this and left the courtroom. Officer Read walked over to speak to the Governor, “The transport is ready, Miss Shaw, I’ve arranged for it to be at the back door, miss all the media attention out the front.”

“Excellent,” Geri replied, “well done Gareth, you’ve done well today.”

Read flushed slightly then turned to motion for Butcher to move toward the rear exit, before she could comply though another person stepped in front of her,

“I hope you’re satisfied Ann, because of you your father will die.”

Butcher looked over at the woman she had once called mother; Collingwood’s face still bore the ravages of tears bitterly shed. Butcher quickly glanced across at Shaw, wondering whether the Governor was expecting a gesture on her part, then her black eyes fastened back on Collingwood’s face,

“As far as I’m concerned you all died a long time ago,” she said, both her expression and her tone hard and uncompromising. She then turned her back on the woman and followed the Prison Officer out to the waiting van.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 8:41 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley.




Why am I still wibbling? - oh yes: Hilda's health, Andrew's firm's corruption, Madge's lunacy . . . and Butcher isn't safely back in the van yet, let alone in the prison :shock:
Author:  Kat [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 8:49 pm ]
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Fantastic writing, Lesley - thank you!

Keep it coming, please? :D
Author:  PaulineS [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:09 pm ]
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Thank you Lesley, I hope geri stays with Butcher until she is back in the van!!
Author:  Miriam [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:37 pm ]
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Quote:
“I hope you’re satisfied Ann, because of you your father will die.”


That's a bit strong. She doesn't even know that Butcher would have been a match, and the chances are that she wouldn't. On the other hand, a very human reaction of disapointment. And now the question of whether there will be an appeal - and if it would make a difference.

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The Judge smiled very slightly at Butcher, “That’s the first time I have ever been thanked by someone for saying they deserve to be in prison.


I think the whoole of Butchers testimonial must have been fairly unique.
Author:  Fi [ Wed Jun 11, 2008 10:53 pm ]
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I think that Butcher's final response to her mother was fully justified after the last 11 years and her most recent stunt with the court case. I think Ms Collingwood was totally out of order trying to force Butcher into providing that sample, but I am finding myself feeling rather sorry for her husband though. I don't know how much imput he had into the court case and we've never even met him but I sympathise with his plight somewhat. He's caught between a rock and a hard place :( .

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Thu Jun 12, 2008 5:00 am ]
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Whew! Definitely the best verdict under the circumstances.

As for Butcher's mother.... :evil:

*back to worrying about Hilda*
Author:  crystaltips [ Thu Jun 12, 2008 6:05 pm ]
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Trial's over, one worry gone.................now how many other people am I still wibbling over? :?:
Author:  Miriam [ Fri Jun 13, 2008 2:00 pm ]
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Hilda sighed, “I know, Nell, stop nagging,” she smiled across at Butcher, “I’m very pleased you have won your case,” she said, “it would have been a complete travesty of justice for it to have been lost. I will see you next visit.”


Rereading, this struck me as a very careful response from Hilda. She is glad that legal justice and human rights was served, but is expressing no comment about whether she considers Butchers choice to be right. I wonder if Butcher will pick up on that, and having won her legal choice, reconsider her moral choice at any point. Their next visit should be interesting.
Author:  Lesley [ Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:37 pm ]
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Out in the car park Hilda and Nell got into their car and started on their journey back to their home, however, on reaching the turn-off for the Real Chalet School Nell just continued on, Hilda looked across, “Nell, where are we going?”

“Hospital,” Nell replied quickly, she glanced across at her friend, “you have an appointment with Emily Hedges, remember?”

Hilda sighed, “I had an appointment more than three hours ago, Nell, I’ll have to speak with her secretary tomorrow about arranging a new one.”

“No need,” Nell replied, “I phoned Daisy earlier, she said Emily Hedges would see you as soon as you got there - her actual words were - ‘if Hilda thinks she’s missing this she’s got another think coming’,” Nell grinned.

“And Daisy was such a lovely child.”

“She cares about you, Hilda, we all do,” Nell said quietly, a short time later Nell pulled up in the Real Hospital car park, “I’m assuming you don’t want me to come along and hold your hand?”

Hilda smiled, “No thank you Nell, I can manage. Will you wait here in the car?”

Nell shook her head, “No, I’ll see if I can find Barbara Henschell, scrounge a cup of coffee from her.”

As Matron of the hospital she might be too busy,” Hilda warned.

Nell smiled, “If she tries that I’ll tell all her student nurses of the time she informed me in Science class that humans had an exoskeleton.”

“That’s cruel,” Hilda protested as well she could whilst giggling.

“True though,” Nell replied, “come and find me when you’re done,” she continued, “you can take me out for dinner afterwards.”

Hilda raised an eyebrow, “Correct me if I’m wrong,” she began, “but I believe your new post has a higher salary than mine?”

Nell thought for a moment, “So it does - well I’ll take you out then.”
Author:  Pat [ Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:42 pm ]
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Good for Nell. Now perhaps Hilda will be able to start some treatment!
Author:  Sugar [ Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:47 pm ]
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Hoping the appt being squeezed in doesn't mean there is a serious problem.

Thanks Lesley
Author:  abbeybufo [ Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:55 pm ]
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Sugar wrote:
Hoping the appt being squeezed in doesn't mean there is a serious problem.


I fear it does - but at least she is being seen

*wibbles*

Thanks Lesley
Author:  PaulineS [ Fri Jun 13, 2008 10:10 pm ]
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Pleased Nell and Diasy decided Hilda was not going to miss another appointment.
Author:  bethany [ Fri Jun 13, 2008 10:38 pm ]
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Over the last couple of days I've caught up with the last 6 months or so of the RCS - all of this and the previous one. They've been great, thanks very much for the hours of entertainment. It is nice reading them all in one go - no cliffs :)

I'm really hoping the Hilda is going to be OK, I'm glad she was able to go to court, but I'm hoping that a delay of a day wont make whatever medical problem she has any worse.
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Jun 15, 2008 12:28 pm ]
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Later, whilst sitting in a restaurant having ordered their meal, Nell looked across at her friend, “Well? You didn’t say anything while we were with Barbara, what did Emily Hedges say?”

Hilda looked down at the table for a while, then took a sip from her drink, Nell’s expression grew more alarmed, “Hilda, please, what did she say?”

Hilda faced her friend and Nell immediately saw that her eyes were grey and shadowed, “She said I have to have a few tests and investigations, to try and discover what is causing my symptoms,” she said quietly.

“And? What else did she say?” Nell demanded when it was obvious that Hilda was not going to say anything else.

Hilda shook her head, “She didn’t say anything else, Nell.”

Nell reached across to touch Hilda’s arm, “But?” she pressed.

Hilda swallowed quickly and gave a rueful smile, “You know me, Nell, I can read expressions, it didn’t appear that Emily felt that the problem was going to be a simple one.”

Nell said nothing but she clasped Hilda’s hand tightly.

…

At the prison the following Monday Geri Shaw was speaking with Pat Francis who was covering as Senior Officer while Alex Wood was off, “I had an email from Alex over the weekend, he’s been referred for counselling and is speaking with a bereavement specialist.”

“Will he be back soon?”

“Not for another month at least, then we’ll see,” Geri replied, “He does seem hopeful that he will be able to return though, the time off seems to have helped.”

“Probably not a good idea for him to be transferred to Barwon just yet though?” Pat asked sympathetically.

“No,” Geri agreed, she took a deep breath, “so, how were things over the weekend? Any problems?”

Pat shook her head, “Nothing really worth mentioning,” she replied, “we’ve had a few new admissions - I left the files on your desk, two are in Solitary, will be out on the Wing this morning, the third, Tate, I transferred straight to the Segregation Wing…”

“She’s the woman who was convicted of child abuse? Yes, she will need to remain isolated from the main stream, we can’t guarantee her safety should certain of the inmates get access to her. How is Butcher?”

Pat shrugged, “Seems to have settled in without difficulty. She spoke about the conference on Prison Reform - said she though it had gone well?”

“Yes it did - not only did she behave herself, she was able to make a number of important points. And there didn’t appear to be anyone there that violently objected to her presence.”

“That’s good, sounds as though it will be worthwhile and will mean Butcher is able to use her experience and intelligence for something other than crime.”

Geri raised an eyebrow, “Don’t get your hopes too high, Pat,” she warned with a smile, her smile faded as she added, “any letters for her?”

Pat nodded, “One and two phone calls, Butcher refused to take them.”

Geri Shaw nodded, “Her lawyer is coming in later today just to say goodbye to her, I’ll check with him if we can do anything - though it might be as well to just continue as we have been. I’m sure Ms Collingwood will get the message eventually.”
Author:  Rachel [ Sun Jun 15, 2008 1:26 pm ]
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Glad Butcher was accepted at the discussions - would have been very easy for her to be taken as a token and nothing more. How will she treat Tate, will she protect her if necessary?

Thanks Lesley!
Author:  PaulineS [ Sun Jun 15, 2008 1:52 pm ]
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Thanks for the update on Wood and on Butcher's return to the prison. Wibbling even morw about Hilda now.
Author:  Fi [ Sun Jun 15, 2008 2:40 pm ]
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((((Hilda and Nell))))
I hope all the tests can be completed quickly and that the results are back soon. It's so hard when you know something is wrong and you have to wait to find out how bad it really is.

I'm glad Pat has been made Senior Officer in Alex's absence she always seemed like a really good PO and understanding of both the prisoners and the staff.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  crystaltips [ Sun Jun 15, 2008 4:29 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley, looking forward to the next instalment.
Author:  MHE [ Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:59 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley, looking forward to the next post.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Sun Jun 15, 2008 10:17 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley
This will be my last chance to look for the next week, so hope I'll have lots to catch up on when I get home :D
Author:  MaryR [ Mon Jun 16, 2008 8:27 pm ]
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Well, have caught up and thankfully missed most of the cliffs. Glad to see Butcher not only got her day in court, but was duly deemed mentally competent. But of course there are all the other nasty cliffs...... :shock:

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Jun 16, 2008 8:57 pm ]
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Later that morning saw Officer Read ushering in the lawyer Harman to a room where Butcher already sat waiting, “Miss Shaw tells me your visit will be for as long as you wish up to two hours, Mr Harman?”

Harman nodded, “That’s right, not sure how much information I’ll need to pass on to Butcher about the current situation with Ms Collingwood.”

“Well I will return in two hours, Sir, but if you wish to leave sooner just press that buzzer,” he pointed to a button on the wall, “someone will be along straight away,” Read nodded toward Butcher then closed and locked the door.

Butcher smiled across at the lawyer, “He’s mellowed,” she said, “couple of weeks ago he wouldn’t dream of swanning off and leaving for the two hours, he’d have been checking up every ten minutes to make sure I hadn’t killed you.”

Harman shrugged, “Perhaps the court case convinced him you were able to control yourself.”
“Maybe,” Butcher replied, “so, you been with Shaw have you?”

Harman nodded, “I have, she wanted to ask my advice about…”

“About the fact that woman keeps trying to get in touch?” Butcher interrupted, “first time I’ve ever been pleased about the censorship in here - I haven’t even seen the letters - and don’t want to. So what did you tell Shaw then?”

“That if it continues Ms Collingwood can be charged with stalking,” Harman began.

“Stalking?” Butcher grinned, “That’s a turn up isn’t it? How many times have you read about cons managing to continue to bully and harass people while inside? Makes a change to see it the other way round.”

“You don’t appear to be particularly bothered by her actions,” Harman observed.

Butcher shrugged, “I’m not. She’s already tried her worst and failed. You tell me she won’t get leave to appeal?”

“No, the Judge was adamant about that.”

“Then what do I care? At the moment it’s not even an annoyance - if it gets to be one…well, I can easily sort that.”

“No, don’t,” Harman said quickly.

“Don’t worry, Harman, I’d be careful,” Butcher said with a grin.

Harman shook his head, “I don’t mean that, whether or not you get caught exacting any form of revenge upon your mother isn’t important, it’s the very fact that you would do it - you stopped yourself attacking her in the court room, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Butcher said slowly.

“Well then,” Harman swallowed quickly, “I really admired you for doing that, you know? The strength of character involved, considering the pressure you were under. Don’t allow her to…damage…that.”

There was a charged silence between the two, lasting some seconds, then Butcher took a deep breath, “Okay, if that’s what you want - suppose it’s the least I can do.”

“Thank you.”

Another silence then changing the subject, “So, is your divorce final yet then?"

"Not yet, this time next week."

"Right, so how come you and your wife are getting divorced then?”

Harman took a step back, he shook his head slightly, “We have been married twenty-five years, our youngest daughter started university last year - and we suddenly discovered that we had absolutely nothing in common. That our family was the only thing we shared - once they had gone there was nothing.”

“That’s a real pity.”

“Yes.”

“So you’re flitting off to New Zealand then? To get away from it?”

Harman considered, “It’s not running away, not really. Moving to Wellington is something I’ve always wanted to do, the divorce was a kick for me to go ahead with it. It’s something that Diane always refused to consider. Now, well, it’ll give us both some space and mean I can start again. I can easily keep in touch with the girls.”

“Well, leave me your address, won’t you? I’ll write to you - that is, if you want?”

Harman smiled, “I’d like that.”
Author:  Pat [ Mon Jun 16, 2008 9:03 pm ]
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I'm glad they're keeping in touch. Love the stalking!
Author:  Fi [ Mon Jun 16, 2008 9:08 pm ]
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Glad that Harman managed to persuade Butcher not to "take care" of Ms Collingwood; she doesn't need to lower herself to that level.

It's nice that Harman is getting to make a fresh start after his divorce and that Butcher will keep in touch.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Jennie [ Mon Jun 16, 2008 9:19 pm ]
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I dread to think of how Butcher would have 'taken care' of her mother, and I'm glad that she won't do it now.

I know Butcher is a criminal and a murderer, but there is much to admire about her, and I wouldn't want to her to have the crime of matricide on her conscience.
Author:  PaulineS [ Mon Jun 16, 2008 9:27 pm ]
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Glad Butcher realises that she can control her response to her mother.
Author:  abbeygirl [ Tue Jun 17, 2008 10:13 am ]
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Nice to see Butcher starting to care about more people - those that deserve it anyway! Nice interlude - but the trouble with a nice normal bit of the story is that it is Lesley writing it and you just know she is building up to the next cliff!....

Thanks anyway.....
Author:  Sugar [ Tue Jun 17, 2008 2:27 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley
slightly wibbly about what you have up your sleeve given the reference to Tate as we all know you don't drop things in for no reason.
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Jun 17, 2008 10:11 pm ]
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That afternoon at the Real Chalet School there was a knock on the Deputy Head’s door,

“Come in…oh, it’s you Nancy, have a seat,” Ruth smiled across at her friend and the Senior Mistress.

Nancy Wilmot took her seat and turned a rather concerned face toward the woman opposite, “Are you busy, Ruth?”

Ruth gave a rueful smile, “I’m always busy, Nancy,” she said with a laugh, then added quickly, “but never too busy to see you. What is it? Is something wrong?”

The Maths Head nodded, her expression rather grim, “There is a problem, Ruth, a serious one. I think it’s something we need to discuss with Kathie and Rosalind.”

“Kathie and Ros…you mean something to do with the Geography Department then?” Ruth looked worried.

Nancy nodded again, “If it’s not resolved it’s going to affect all the Departments, Ruth.”

Ruth bit her lip, “That serious? Yet when I spoke with Ros the other week she seemed to think everything was fine?”

Nancy shrugged, “Things change. So, can we arrange for a meeting about this? Because I think we need to resolve this once and for all.”

“Did you want Hilda to be involved?”

Nancy shook her head, “Not if it’s possible to do without her input - I’m sure she’s got enough on her plate at the moment.”

“True, and I should be dealing with something like this myself. Well, what about this afternoon?”

Nancy thought for a moment, “I think it might be easier away from the School at least to start - why not over at our cottage this evening - Hilda’s covering this evening isn’t she?”

“Yes, though I was going to take it for her, she’s been rather unwell recently.”

“I think she’d want this problem sorted out first.”

“Alright, let Kathie know and I’ll tell Ros - luckily Geoff is home at the moment so he can watch Jake. We’ll be across about seven, try and thrash this out - we don’t want those two breaking up because of this.”

…

Geri Shaw had been across at Head Office for the afternoon and only returned to the prison shortly before eight in the evening. She managed a quick walk through the Wings and was pleasantly surprised to discover that the women appeared to be in a generally good mood. On speaking with some of her Officers she found that it had been a very quiet day with little trouble. The two new inmates had been brought to the Wing and seemed as settled as any new prisoners could be. So far there did not appear to be any inkling that the women were aware of the new prisoner in Segregation. Geri was pleased about that - she was uncertain just how much of a reaction there would be - but expected it to be serious.

On reaching North Wing she caught sight of Butcher sitting with a number of the other inmates, they all appeared to be playing cards though the Governor was under no illusion. All the inmates with Butcher were a part of her ‘firm’ so it was far more likely that they had been speaking about their business. Shaw saw Grant lean forward and speak to Butcher who then looked round,

“Evening Governor, you’re working late?”

Shaw nodded, “Yes, but not for much longer. Walk with me, Butcher,” Butcher walked across to pace beside the other woman, “You saw Mr Harman this morning?”

Butcher nodded, “Yeah, he told me you’d spoken to him, told him about the letters and calls.”

“He did say that, if it continued, we could take action - is that what you want?”

“No, it doesn’t bother me - and it means she’s not trying anything else. Don’t worry, I’m not about to try anything myself - Harman asked me not to.”

Geri nodded, “He’s a good man,” she observed.

“That he is,” Butcher agreed, her dark eyes soft. They both stopped walking as a bell rang out signalling the end of Association Time. Orders from the Prison Officers could be heard, telling all the inmates to tidy up prior to moving into their cells, Butcher looked across at the Governor, “That’s my cue,” she said.

“I’ll walk across with you,” Geri replied, the two slowly walked over to stand outside Butcher’s cell, “I understand your lawyer is moving to New Zealand?”

“Yes, end of the week, pity but probably the best as far as he’s concerned.”

“Yes, I understand he’s just got divorced?”

“Nearly, it comes through next week, apparently,” as Butcher spoke they could both hear the Prison Officers performing the first ‘bed count’ of the night, the Officer standing only a few cells down from where the two women were standing, calling out,

“Ten cells, twenty beds, seventeen occupied, sixteen locked up, one to go.”

Butcher smiled, “Think they’re waiting for me,” she said, as the Officer came up to stand beside her.

“Yes,” Shaw replied, “and I ought to be leaving, goodnight Butcher.”

“Goodnight Governor,” Butcher moved to enter her cell then stopped, “just one thing, Governor, hearing the bed count reminded me of something.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, “ Butcher looked across at the older woman with a grin, “It’s ten out of ten now, Shaw.”

“What is?” Shaw looked puzzled.

Butcher shook her head, “You’ll figure it out,” she said, before turning and entering her cell. The Officer promptly locked it behind her.
Author:  PaulineS [ Tue Jun 17, 2008 10:24 pm ]
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thanks Lesley. Three cliffs now or am I missing some? Yes i have just thought of another two!
Author:  Caroline OSullivan [ Tue Jun 17, 2008 10:59 pm ]
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:shock: :roll: at Butcher - is it the Ten Commandments she's referring to?

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Ruth B [ Wed Jun 18, 2008 6:58 am ]
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:shock: :shock:

How on earth did she manage that!!
Author:  keren [ Wed Jun 18, 2008 9:50 am ]
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They had 2 hours without interuptions


(if that is what you all mean)
Author:  Kathy_S [ Wed Jun 18, 2008 12:49 pm ]
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Uh, oh, another complication at the school....

Lovely scene with Harman, though. :)

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Rachel [ Wed Jun 18, 2008 1:40 pm ]
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Looking forward to hearing about the troubles and tribulations of the Geography department. I sometimes think I really ought to read the whole of RCS every day *before* reading a fresh installment - there are so many links and connections and I am being a bear of very little brain these days and am very easily confused and confuddled!
Author:  Katarzyna [ Wed Jun 18, 2008 2:08 pm ]
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Rachel wrote:
I am being a bear of very little brain these days and am very easily confused and confuddled!


and this is a new thing ;)

- i find having a handy check list for each rcs of the cliffs and story lines as you come accross them helps, that way you can check them off as they get sorted.

I think there are about 4 hanging about on this one, but i am sure i've got at least one from an RCS or two ago!

I also think Lesley should write faster :wink:
Author:  MaryR [ Wed Jun 18, 2008 2:18 pm ]
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Ruth's first real test as a deputy? Hope she doesn't fluff it - and have to call in Hilda, who she realises is ill.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Wed Jun 18, 2008 3:18 pm ]
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Am really enjoying all the updates. Butcher seems to have developed a soft spot for her lawyer but then he was amazing with everything he's done for her. Thanks for all the updates Lesley
Author:  crystaltips [ Wed Jun 18, 2008 9:36 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley, glad to see rapproachment between Butcher & Harman.
It will be interesting to see how Nancy handles the Geography problem.
Author:  Tara [ Wed Jun 18, 2008 11:47 pm ]
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Yes, quite interesting to see Butcher with a soft spot! Harman does seem to understand her very well and appeal to the best in her. I wonder whether anything further will happen re. B's father?? And I, for one, am completely baffled by her final remark to Geri - I hope she can work it out and tell us!

Oh dear, I thought (having experienced similar things in RL) Ros was being rather too accepting of her changed situation. Not nice for Ruth to have to sort it when they're such good friends. I also felt a bit sorry for Geoff, who has only just come home.

As for the Hilda situation ... oh dear, several times over. I wonder whether she'll let people help or if she'll fight them all off, even Nell. Wibbling mightily.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Thu Jun 19, 2008 2:32 pm ]
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The following day, after work in the morning, a meeting was held in the gym. Butcher looked round at everyone, “Okay, we’ve got a little time – Chapman’s keeping an eye out for the screws – so, what is this?”

Grant pulled forward another inmate, a new one, “This is Parry, she’s sharing my cell now, think she might make an addition to the team.”

“Yeah?” Butcher raised an eyebrow, “you want to join us, Parry? Why?”

The inmate Parry swallowed nervously, she was young, in her early twenties, and did not appear to belong in a gym. She was pale, with a pallor that spoke of rarely going outside and she was very overweight. In fact she appeared far less healthy than the women surrounding her – all of whom would have ample excuse. “I thought you might want someone that was good with figures, could keep a track of money, that sort of thing.”

Butcher’s eyes darkened momentarily at the sudden reminder of the death of Dale, “Why would you think that?”

Parry took a deep breath, “While on remand a lot of the women had problems with money, used to come to me. I’ve got some contacts outside, have thought of ways to get money in and out,” she paused and flushed slightly, “and, if I was one of yours then I’d have protection – I did eighteen months as a juvie and spent most of the time being used as a punch bag by the firm in charge. I can’t fight and I’ve got three years inside.”

Butcher nodded slowly, “Why you in?”

“Deception and fraud.”

“Alright, I’ll take you on, on trial,” Butcher replied, “but be warned, you try to cheat me and I’ll throw you to the wolves, understand?”

“Yes Butcher, I understand,” the relief Parry obviously felt was palpable.

“She’s got some news too,” Grant said quickly.

“Oh yes?”

Grant nodded, “Yeah, says there were three of them in the oven,” she began, referring to the prison van, “one is a mouse, in here for drink driving, but the other was Tate.”

The rest of the women all stared at Parry, “You sure?” Butcher demanded quickly.

Parry nodded, “Oh yes, I heard one of the screws call her by name, besides, I saw a photo of her in the paper, it’s her alright. Haven’t seen her since we got here though.”

“No, she’ll be in Segregation,” Butcher said grimly, “right; you’ve just earned yourself a bonus, Parry. Come over to my cell after tea and we’ll go through a few things. Rest of you scatter – don’t want any screw getting nosy.”

The other women all left then, except Rees who remained with Butcher until the others had all left to wait by the gate for the Prison Officer to return. Butcher walked across to where the stationary punch bag hung from the ceiling and punched it powerfully a few times. After a pause Rees took a breath,

“So, are we going to do anything Butcher? I mean I know she’s in Seg but …” she stopped as Butcher turned,

“Are we going to do anything? Too bloody right we are.”
Author:  Rachel [ Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:49 pm ]
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Nice Lesley! Set up all the problems at the school, then flip back to the prison. My guess is we're off somewhere completely different again in the next post!

Always enjoy catching up on RCSland!
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Thu Jun 19, 2008 6:40 pm ]
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Tate? Does that name sound familiar or am I imagining it? It does appear Butcher and Geri will be on opposite sides of the table again
Author:  PaulineS [ Thu Jun 19, 2008 6:52 pm ]
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I too thought Tate was a familar name.
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Jun 19, 2008 9:26 pm ]
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Parry seemed to think she'd died and gone to Heaven, having Buther's protection - hope she's legit. As to Tate, obviously she was up to no good at some point - but my aged brain can't remember! :cry: Sorry, Lesley. :oops:
Author:  Tara [ Fri Jun 20, 2008 12:07 am ]
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Oh dear (I seem to be saying that rather a lot lately!), this all sounds potentially very violent and nasty. Remember Harman, Butcher. I can't remember Tate either, but I long ago gave up trying to hold all the convolutions of RCS in my poor befuddled brain :wink: . I can only cope by waiting for Lesley to tell me!
I don't think I like Parry, she's a creep.

Thank you, Lesley of the mighty and unbefuddled brain.
Author:  Lesley [ Fri Jun 20, 2008 8:47 pm ]
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A short time before lunch there was a gentle knock on the connecting door between the Head and Deputy Head; Ruth Derwent looked up and called out, “Come in!”

Hilda Annersley’s head appeared round the door, “We haven’t had a chance to talk all morning, so are you speaking to me, Ruth?” she asked with a smile.

Ruth’s expression became stern, “I shouldn’t be,” she said firmly, “not after last night.”

Hilda’s smile widened, “Nancy told me it went well.”

“Went well?” Ruth became a little more excited, “I went there last night convinced I was going to see two of my closest friends at loggerheads. I spent the entire afternoon thinking about what I could do to help reconcile Rosalind to losing the Geography Department and help Kathie accept that Ros would be finding it difficult. Instead, what did I find?”

“Tell me,” Hilda said, moving across to sit in one of the chairs opposite her Deputy.

Ruth glared at her boss; unaware that Hilda was actually delighting in the fact that Ruth was no longer treating her with the exaggerated respect of earlier terms, “What I found, Hilda Annersley, as you well know, was that the three of them, with your connivance, had set the whole thing up to ensure that I have an evening away from work.”

“I object to the word ‘connivance’, Ruth,” Hilda protested mildly, “I would say with my whole-hearted support and encouragement.”

“I don’t care how you phrase it, Hilda,” Ruth replied, “the fact remains that everyone conspired against me.”

“Because we were all concerned about you, Ruth,” Hilda replied, a little more seriously now, “it’s been very obvious to all that you were working too hard – believe me, it’s very easy for me to recognise that in others. For the last four weeks, since the beginning of term, you’ve been working late almost every evening. You’ve officially covered the School for two weekends, I know, yet even when you had weekends off you’ve not left the site. If you are not in here working then you have your laptop in your suite. And, as far as I’m aware, you’ve actually made time to see you Godson only once since term began.”

At this litany Ruth slowly flushed, when Hilda had finished the Deputy Head made an attempt to justify her actions, “Well of course I’m putting in some extra time at the moment, Hilda – after all it’s a new job with far more for me to learn than I ever anticipated,” she paused and bit her lip, “and I know that you’re unwell at the moment and…” she stopped as Hilda raised a hand,

“As to my health or lack, thereof,” Hilda began, “that does not give you an excuse for neglecting your own health, your friends and little Jake – now does it?”

Ruth’s blush deepened and she bent her head, “I suppose,” she began, “and you’re not going to allow it anyway, are you?”

“No,” Hilda said firmly though with a smile, “so, what do you have planned for this weekend?”

“I have nothing planned,” Ruth returned quickly, “however my friends have arranged a weekend away,” she paused and smiled, “we’re going to that spa - the one Nell took you last year, we’re taking Pauline as well - she’s been working hard too. That is, if you’re alright to cover? After all you’ll be losing Deputy Head and Senior Mistress, both of whom are also Department Heads as well as Science and Geography?”

Hilda smiled, “Oh I think I’ll manage, Miss Derwent,” she said and there was just the tiniest bite in her reply.

“I didn’t mean…” Ruth began then stopped as Hilda held up a hand,

“I was teasing, Ruth,” she said quickly.

“Of course,” Ruth smiled, “only I know you’re having tests done and everything.”

“Yes, and it will mean that I’ll not be here for Half Term - so you all go away this weekend, I’ll be fine - and you are to relax, understood?”

“Understood,” Ruth nodded, “and thanks Hilda.”

“My pleasure.”
Author:  Tara [ Fri Jun 20, 2008 9:04 pm ]
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And we were as thoroughly fooled as Ruth :D . Good that her friends are so aware of her needs - though, listening to Hilda, the words pot, kettle and black did spring to mind! Loved her re-defining of connivance. I hope she really can cope.

Thanks, Lesley - and goodbye for now.
Author:  Sugar [ Fri Jun 20, 2008 9:05 pm ]
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Fantastic! Love the changes in their relationship but can understand Ruth feeling as if she has a lot to prove
Author:  Ruth B [ Fri Jun 20, 2008 11:14 pm ]
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:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

Brilliant! Well done all.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sat Jun 21, 2008 1:19 am ]
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Thanks Lesley. Am glad nothing was wrong
Author:  Rachel [ Sat Jun 21, 2008 2:24 pm ]
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Lesley, you are so sneaky. You are the sneakiest writer I know of!
Author:  Kathy_S [ Sat Jun 21, 2008 7:52 pm ]
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What a fine twist. :lol:
Author:  crystaltips [ Sat Jun 21, 2008 8:59 pm ]
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What do you call a cliff that isn't, Lesley? Very sneakily done :D
Author:  MHE [ Sat Jun 21, 2008 10:39 pm ]
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Lesley!!

Guess we all swallowed the bait - hook, line and sinker!!!
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Jun 22, 2008 9:15 am ]
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Rachel wrote:
Lesley, you are so sneaky. You are the sneakiest writer I know of!


Why thank you, Rachel, I appreciate the sentiment! :wink: Now, for those of you that perhaps were not sure just what Butcher was talking about...

At about the same time Geri Shaw was speaking with Pat Francis on North Wing,

“Well I’ve got the Board’s okay to go ahead with the new drug and alcohol policy and testing,” she began.

“You have? But you said you thought it would be difficult?”

“Paul basically said that they’ll be watching closely to see if it works - if it does then they’ll roll it out for the rest of the State,” Geri replied, “he only had one addition.”

“Oh yes?”

Geri nodded, “Yes, he wants it to apply to Staff as well,” Geri said before watching her friend for her reaction.

Pat frowned, “That will be interesting, it’s unlikely the Union will be happy about it.”

“I know, I’ll have to speak with the reps, seen what can be done,” she smiled, “don’t pass it on to anyone just yet, will you?”

“Of course not,” Pat replied, “did you decide on whether it would be done by external contractor?”

“I’ve thought about it,” Geri replied, “but it would lend itself open to abuse - we’ve got inmates more than capable of attempting to intimidate someone coming in from outside. At least if it’s done by our own staff then they are used to the possibility of intimidation.”

“Makes sense,” Pat agreed, so now you’ve just got to introduce it in the prison?”

“Yes,” Geri smiled somewhat ruefully, “and wait for all the complaints. See you later.” Geri waved and turned to go, then, suddenly remembering something she turned back, “Where’s Butcher?”

“In the gym I think,” Pat replied, “why? Is there a problem?”

“Just something she said to me last night, about the fact that something was ‘ten out of ten’ now - it’s been playing on my mind because she seemed to believe that I would know what she meant yet I’ve no idea. Tell me, after the visit from her lawyer was there any trouble?”

Pat Francis thought for a moment, “Don’t think so,” she said, “she didn’t go to work that morning, it wasn’t worth it, she asked to go to the Library for something, so I remember.”

“The Library? What on Earth for?”

“She didn’t say, just that she needed to look something up,” Pat gave a chuckle, “actually I had the Officer in there speak to me afterwards, said that Butcher had been looking in a bible and dictionary, wondered if she was getting religious.”

Geri Shaw raised an eyebrow, “I would think that extremely unlikely,” she said dryly, “Butcher has admitted to me that she’s broken most of the…” she paused then continued, “that’s it! What she meant!”

“What who meant?” Pat asked in some puzzlement.

“Butcher - her ten out of ten remark - it related to the Ten Commandments - Butcher was telling me that she’d broken all of them.”

Pat whistled, “That’s quite impressive,” she said, “I mean I can see the obvious ones but even so…”

Geri shook her head impatiently, “But last year she told me she’d managed only nine of them, she must have just managed the tenth, here in the prison.”

“The tenth being..?”

“Committing adultery,” Geri replied, then frowned, “but that’s impossible, surely? She’s never married and that’s the only way she could.”

“Not necessarily,” Pat said, “many cultures consider that both parties are guilty of adultery even if only one is married…”

“The lawyer, Harman,” Geri said decisively, “Butcher even made a point of mentioning that his divorce wasn’t though yet. How dare they?”

Pat looked across at her friend’s angry expression and bit her lip, “Sorry Geri, but you must admit it’s pretty impressive - maximum security jail, locked doors, cameras, spy holes and guards everywhere - yet Butcher manages to find time to…erm…enjoy herself.”

“This is no laughing matter, Pat.”
Author:  keren [ Sun Jun 22, 2008 11:04 am ]
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Nice to see an update so early in the morning.

I guessed that one after hints from others.

There could be ramifications from this........ a whole new thread or cliff can develop here.

I do not cease to admire and bow down to you Leslie.
Author:  MaryR [ Sun Jun 22, 2008 2:58 pm ]
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Ho hum! Butcher strikes again! Poor Geri, when even Pat sees it as something clever.... One has to feel for her.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Nell [ Sun Jun 22, 2008 2:59 pm ]
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Fantastic - only Butcher.

Thanks Lesley!
Author:  Sugar [ Sun Jun 22, 2008 3:15 pm ]
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:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: As Nell said Only Butcher!!
Author:  Rachel [ Sun Jun 22, 2008 7:12 pm ]
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:lol: Nice to see Butcher managing to make the most of what little time she had with her lawyer!
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Jun 23, 2008 8:52 pm ]
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Mini update for now - more later.

Pat Francis looked at her friend for some seconds before replying, “Come on Geri, lighten up here,” she said quietly, “I know she’s broken regulations but this is Butcher we’re talking about, it’s not as if she hurt anyone now, is it?”

“No, but…”

“And it was between two consenting adults, wasn’t it?” Pat continued, “at least I’m assuming that Butcher didn’t force the man?”

A ghost of a smile flickered across the Governor’s face, “I don’t think so,” she said, a little more calmly, “I somehow feel that Butcher would draw the line at that.”

“Well then, why the anger?” Pat asked, “I mean, Butcher’s been inside eleven years, she may not want to stay celibate - in fact I doubt this is the first time.”

“Yes it is, hence the comment,” Geri replied.

“No, I meant I doubt this is the first time she has had…relations…with a member of the opposite sex while in prison,” Pat qualified, “just the first time the man has been married.”

Geri sighed, “I suppose so, after all, she’s human, isn’t she?”

“Oh yes, I think she’s proved that without a doubt, Geri,” Pat Francis was unable to keep the smile from her face.

Geri glared for a few seconds but had to admit defeat in the end and returned the smile.

“That’s better,” Pat said quickly, “now, are you going to talk to her about it?”

“Of course,” Geri replied, she paused for a second then realised that Pat was waiting for her to continue, “but it’s not such a big deal, alright?”

Pat nodded, “Fine, and I’ll speak to the Officer covering Official Visits - he shouldn’t have left them long without checking.”

Geri nodded, “Go easy, Pat,” she said, “it was Gareth Read - he may have been trying to atone for nearly shooting Butcher last week.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be tactful,” Pat paused as an Officer opened a Gate leading into the Wing and Butcher and Rees walked in, “there she is now.”
Author:  Jennie [ Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:06 pm ]
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So you've left it there, have you, Lesley? Typical!
Author:  Rachel [ Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:08 pm ]
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Love how Geri is so confused by all this!
Author:  crystaltips [ Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:16 pm ]
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OK I admit it, I didn't get it until Geri explained.............but I long gave up trying to follow Lesley's convoluted (if brilliant) mind when it comes to RCS. :roll:
Author:  abbeybufo [ Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:22 pm ]
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My trouble is I read so fast that I miss little things all the time - and one really can't afford to do that with Lesley - every little word and phrase is significant - I've just had to go back and look at the last few posts to see that Butcher said it was the least she could do . . . :shock: It was all there all along, had we just read more closely :roll:

Thanks Lesley - serves me right for whizzing through this latest lot of posts even faster than usual when I came back from my week away :D
Author:  Kathy_S [ Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:40 pm ]
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Well, if Butcher had to check the library to make sure it counted .... *wonders if the prison has one of those old religious ed books with examination-of-conscience lists under each commandment*
Author:  Katarzyna [ Mon Jun 23, 2008 10:27 pm ]
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Why oh why does my warped mind keep snickering along the lines of ........ hum, butcher, pregnant, that could be fun to explain :shock:
Author:  Cathy [ Tue Jun 24, 2008 3:29 am ]
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My own private theory is that she was looking in the New Testament, not the Old Testament ...

Cathy
Author:  MaryR [ Tue Jun 24, 2008 12:54 pm ]
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Good for you, Pat. :D

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Sugar [ Tue Jun 24, 2008 5:29 pm ]
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Katarzyna wrote:
Why oh why does my warped mind keep snickering along the lines of ........ hum, butcher, pregnant, that could be fun to explain :shock:


Don't be giving Lesley any more ideas! Her own are bad enough!

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Tue Jun 24, 2008 9:29 pm ]
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:D I'm just trying to work out how they managed it without getting caught! I thought Butcvher seemed to have a bit of a soft spot for him.

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Jun 24, 2008 10:44 pm ]
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Sorry - too tired yesterday - just finished this...

Butcher and Rees had just collected their lunch and were in Butcher’s cell eating when they heard a voice, “Butcher, can I have a word?” it was the Governor.

Butcher shrugged, “Sure, Governor, mind if I continue eating?”

“No, please do,” Geri waited until Rees had picked up her tray and left before sitting herself down on the empty cot. Butcher looked across,

“Would you like a drink? I’ll have to go and get it from the kitchen,” Butcher grinned, “don’t have my kettle at the moment for some reason.”

Geri smiled very slightly at the reference to an earlier punishment, then shook her head, “No, thank you,” she paused for a moment then added, “I wanted to talk to you about what you said to me last night.”

“Thought you might,” Butcher replied, continuing to eat her meal, “worked it out, have you?”

“Yes,” Shaw said softly, “you were referring to the Ten Commandments, referring to the fact that you had, obviously, just succeeded in breaking the last one.”

Butcher’s face softened very slightly, “You’re disappointed, aren’t you?”

Geri looked up sharply, she nodded, “A little,” she confessed, she paused then added, “I suppose you’re going to say that you are no angel, Butcher? That being your stock answer?”

Butcher shook her head, “No, Shaw, not this time, but I will say I’m only human – I’ve got the same…feelings…as everyone else. I saw an opportunity and took it.”

“So that you could break your record?”

“No, of course not,” Butcher said sharply, “me breaking that record didn’t even occur to me at the time. It was only once Harman had left and I was back in here that I suddenly thought about it.”

“He does mean something to you, then?” Geri asked gently.

Butcher thought for a moment, “Yeah, I suppose he does, he’s a decent bloke, trustworthy, honest – surprisingly I like that in people,” she added with a smile, “I’ve only known him a short time but…I’ll miss him.”

“He’s moving to New Zealand, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, flying to Wellington this weekend. A new start for him,” Butcher paused then added, “you’re not going to cause trouble for him, are you?”

Shaw shook her head, “No, although I have to say he will not be allowed back into the prison.”

Butcher shrugged, “No worries, I doubt I’ll see him again anyway.”

“I’m sorry.”

Butcher smiled slightly, “Don’t be, there’s no room in my life for long term relationships, not with blokes anyway. Funny, Human Rights lobbyists are real hot on ensuring inmates have food, water, shelter, access to medical care, access to education - can’t say I’ve ever seen any of them campaign for long-term inmates to have access to, well, sex. I mean some nicks have conjugal rights but not all. Yet it’s just as much a part of the human condition as everything else, isn’t it?”

Shaw nodded slowly, returning a sympathetic smile, “Perhaps you should bring it up at the next meeting of the Prison Reform Committee?”

Butcher laughed, “Yeah, that would really enhance my rep with them, wouldn’t it? Besides, many of the women want nothing to do with their partners. No, forget it - I’ll just manage as I always have.”

“Breaking even more prison regulations?” Geri asked attempting to keep a stern expression.

Butcher shrugged again, “It’s a hobby,” she took a deep breath, “so, how many days Solitary then?”

Geri shook her head, “None, I wouldn’t have known about it had you not said anything.”

“Yeah that was pretty stupid of me, wasn’t it?”

“Perhaps it’s the start of a new relationship, Butcher,” Shaw replied, “whereby you actually tell me of criminal activity within the prison?”

Butcher looked across and raised an eyebrow, “I wouldn’t count on it, Governor,” she said drily,
Author:  Caroline OSullivan [ Wed Jun 25, 2008 6:45 am ]
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Thanks Lesley :D
Hope you got a good night's sleep
Author:  abbeygirl [ Wed Jun 25, 2008 10:03 am ]
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That was Just great! As always.. But too short .. As always.

Thanks Lesley...
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Wed Jun 25, 2008 10:16 am ]
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Thanks Lesley. That was wonderful
Author:  Rachel [ Wed Jun 25, 2008 12:12 pm ]
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Tis nice to see a slightly softer side of Butcher! And it's nice to see that she didn't just grab an opportunity to "break a record" but actually has feelings for the chappie.

Wonder where this story line is heading in the long term - I'll watch out for a resolution in RCS 19 shall I Lesley?
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Jun 25, 2008 2:31 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Sugar [ Wed Jun 25, 2008 4:08 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley
Author:  crystaltips [ Wed Jun 25, 2008 6:07 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley.
Hope you are rested now.
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Jun 25, 2008 11:21 pm ]
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A short time after Shaw had left Rees re-appeared, “Thought you could do with a coffee,” she said with a smirk.

“Alright, don’t rub it in,” Butcher growled, she took one of the mugs of coffee from Rees and waved her to the empty cot.

Rees took a sip from her cup and then spoke, “So does Shaw know what we’re planning for Tate?”

Butcher shook her head, “Of course not - and she’s not going to find out, either.”

Rees laughed, “Well at least she’s not going to find out until we get her,” she began but was surprised to see Butcher shake her head,

“Not even then,” Butcher said firmly, “this isn’t a case of a swift beating, it’s not even like Mason. I don’t want Tate dead - she doesn’t deserve to have that quick and clean an end. Did you read about what she did?”

Rees shrugged, “A bit, neglected her kid, didn’t she?”

“Much more than that,” Butcher replied with some venom, “here, read the trial report,” she reached across to her cabinet and retrieved an old newspaper, “It’s on the third or fourth page, I think,” she said as she tossed the paper across.

‘The jury had to sit and listen to the dreadful list of injuries and wounds on the pathetic body of three year old Aaron Tate. The Surgeon described in an emotionless voice that the little boy weighed less than half the normal weight for a child of his age, that he had two large, festering pressure sores on his buttocks where Aaron had been left for what is thought to be days, in the same soiled nappy, too weak even to stand. That he had evidence of at least seven old fractures to his ribs and arms as well as a burn across his face thought to be due to a carelessly discarded match. By the end of the report more than one of the jurors was in tears…’

“Jesus,” Rees spoke with loathing, “That poor kid - did he live?”

Butcher nodded, “Barely, the docs said if he’d not been found when he did they’d have had no chance. Only reason they found him was because they had the bailiffs in, when they broke in to retrieve their stuff they found him locked up in the kitchen. She had gone to a party two days before and just not returned. When the cops caught up with her she was stoned on crack.”

Rees nodded, “You’re right, she doesn’t deserve anything as clean as a quick death.”

“No, so spread the word - I don’t want anyone touching her - no one’s to so much as spit at her in the hopes of scoring points from me. I want her, and the screws, to think we’ve not realised or we don’t care. We’ll take some time to work out how we can get to her without the screws catching on - then, when she’s all relaxed - we’ll pay her a visit.”
Author:  Fi [ Wed Jun 25, 2008 11:41 pm ]
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:cry: :cry: :cry:
I know that this is fiction but it is so sad to think that this is probably very close to the truth for some children. This post got me right in the stomach.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Cathy [ Thu Jun 26, 2008 4:06 am ]
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There have been some really terrible cases like this in Australia only this year. I think two Brisbane parents are standing trial at the moment for the death of their twin boys. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. DOCs in Australia I think just can't cope with the amount of cases of abused and neglected children. It's very sad.

Cathy
Author:  Rachel [ Thu Jun 26, 2008 11:27 am ]
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Lesley, you really do write the most gut wrenching posts, usually after an amusing installment which lowers my guard!

I'm too hormotinal for this!
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Jun 26, 2008 3:35 pm ]
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I always suspected child abusers had a hard time in prison. Now you've confirmed it, Lesley. Poor child. :cry:
Author:  Kathy_S [ Fri Jun 27, 2008 3:36 pm ]
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Another argument against her mother's assertion that Butcher lacks ethics, even if we have doubts about their application ....
Author:  Emma A [ Fri Jun 27, 2008 7:07 pm ]
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Hmm. I wouldn't want to be Tate when that visit happens... The things parents will do to their own children sometimes beggars belief.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Rachel [ Sat Jun 28, 2008 8:58 pm ]
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Lesley, isn't it about time you logged off of Runescape and came back to update this?

:wink:
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:27 am ]
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Reference Tate and the previous post - in the news yesterday a UK woman has just been sentenced to 12 years for manslaughter after her three year old daughter was found having starved to death in a bedroom of the pub she helped run with her husband. The last time she was checked was 7am on Friday - was discovered on the Sunday. CCTV footage showed both the woman and her husband running the pub over that weekend. :cry: Another woman was sentenced to 18 months for abandoning her toddler while she spent the weekend with her boyfriend.


At the Real Chalet School the next week or so went by far too slowly as far as the students were concerned - although this may have been influenced by the fact that they were all looking forward to Half Term. The four day mini-break was something that the authorities had retained from the original Chalet School - even after the terms had changed to four per year and were consequently much shorter. Half Term was not an actual holiday and those that went home for the weekend had to obtain permission to do so. In addition any student that had behaved badly knew that they could miss the Half term festivities - it was surprising just how much this influenced student behaviour in the week before!

Ruth Derwent was reflecting upon this, among other things, on the Wednesday morning when she was interrupted by a voice, “Well, how does it feel?” the voice came from the door of the Head’s Study. Ruth looked over from where she was standing by the window,

“Rosalind, come in,” she said with a smile, “how does what feel?”

“You being in charge, of course,” Rosalind replied.

“It’s only for Half Term,” Ruth protested.

“Not really,” Rosalind said, “it’s for a week in total - and it’s not just because of Half Term, is it? Hilda’s off-sick, isn’t she?”

Ruth nodded, “Yes, it seemed easier for her to just take a few days off sick than worry about whether or not we would be able to cover.”

“Well it’s not as though she’s taken much time before,” Ros agreed, “and she is going into hospital for tests, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” Ruth replied, “only do make sure none of the students get to hear, will you? You know how private Hilda is.”

“Of course,” Rosalind smiled, “are you alright Ruth? You’re not too tired are you?”

“After that wonderful weekend when none of you let me do anything?” Ruth shook her head, “No, not tired, just a little worried, that’s all.”

“You’ve no reason to be worried, Ruth,” Ros said firmly, “Hilda’s in the best hands and you’ll manage here easily.”

Ruth smiled quickly, “Yes I know, it’s just,” she paused and quickly shook herself, “stepping into her shoes here - it’s a little daunting.”

“It’s only temporary, Ruth, Hilda will be back next week.”

“Yes, I know,” she smiled across at her friend, “well, let’s go and tell the School what we have planned for them then.”
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:36 am ]
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Uh, back next week? That has me wibbling now.
Author:  MaryR [ Sun Jun 29, 2008 3:20 pm ]
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With reference to that child you mention, Lesley. Apparently she was on the phone worrying about her dog being hungry, while her daughter lay upstairs starving to death. :cry: Me, I would have given the pair of them life without parole! We seem far too kind to such people.

As to Ruth - I suspect she's in for more than a week of hard work. Unless there's a tussle between Hilda and doctors, of course.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Jennie [ Sun Jun 29, 2008 4:41 pm ]
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I can't understand that woman. She agonised over the dog getting the right sort of food and starved her daughter to death.

A life sentence is too good for her.
Author:  Elder in Ontario [ Sun Jun 29, 2008 4:44 pm ]
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I also saw the reports about that case, Lesley - I tend to skim at least one UK paper on line each day! Unfortunately, we see similar cases of child neglect/wilful abandonment here, too - they don't become any less distressing to the rest of us for occurring more frequently - or perhaps that should say 'reported' more frequently, do they?

Like Mary, I'm suspicious that Ruth will be in charge of the school for rather longer than a week at this point - but no doubt you will enlighten us about that in your own good time!
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Jun 30, 2008 10:15 pm ]
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“So is it always this hectic during Orientation Week then?” Nell Wilson smiled across at her secretary, Gemma. The pair were walking through the Reception area of the Chemistry School and the room was seething with what appeared to be thousands of students. Gemma had just explained that it was during Orientation week that First Year student would be attempting to sort out their tutorials, discover lecture timetables and check they had properly registered with the Chemistry School.

The younger woman, Nell estimated her age to be early twenties, nodded, “Always,” she said firmly though with a grin, “at least it has for the last three years I’ve been working here. It’s the reason why I always hate telling people that I work for a University - they think we have it easy with the students here only half the year.”

Nell nodded, “Yes, I can imagine that being annoying - similar to the reaction whenever I told someone I was a teacher at a Boarding School - all the focus was on all those long holidays, nothing about the fact that when at Boarding School you are on duty all the time - and most of the places where the Schools were situated were fairly remote.”

“Yes, my family never understand.”

“Ah well there, at least, I have an advantage,” Nell said with a smile, “all those I consider to be family now work in Boarding Schools or at least have seen me working in there.”

“That’s lucky.”

“Yes,” Nell nodded with a smile, though there was some sadness in her eyes, “my original family all died many years ago and I lost touch with the few cousins I had.”

“Oh, that‘s sad,” Gemma’s eyes darkened in sympathy, “there’s only myself and my Dad but even so, we have each other, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to him.”

Nell smile broadened and the sadness vanished, “I have a family now, very close family. So close that, sometimes, I don’t think I would really survive should anything happen to them. My friend Hilda, the one I told you about? I thought I’d lost her once…and all joy left my life.”

“That’s your housemate? The Headmistress at the School?” Gemma asked gently.

Nell nodded, “Yes, she and I…”

Anything further that Nell may have said was interrupted by a sudden increase in noise from one of the desks where a young man was shouting at the woman sitting at the counter, Nell moved across there in time to hear the tail-end of his diatribe,

“…just look on your bl**dy computer, you silly b*tch, my name should be on there and, because of you, it isn’t…”

“What on Earth is going on here?” Nell’s glacial tones were very familiar to anyone at either the Chalet School or RCS; here at Monash, however, everyone turned in some shock. The man turned,

“I phoned earlier today to confirm the courses I was booked on,” he began, “I was told that I was definitely on the courses I wanted, now this silly cow tells me she has no record of them.”

Nell glanced across at the woman seated at the desk, her name badge said Maxine Miller, she looked over, “I was just trying to tell the gentleman that there was a problem with the computer, that I would be able to confirm his courses tomorrow,” the woman’s voice was somewhat shaky and she appeared tearful.

Nell looked back at the man, “Seems straightforward enough to me, Mr…?”

“Owen,” the man replied quickly, “Peter Owen, well it had better be,” he glared at the woman before turning to stalk away but was stopped by a single word,

“Wait!”

He looked back at Nell, “What is it?”

“You owe Mrs Miller an apology for your rudeness,” Nell said quietly.

“Like Hell!”

Nell raised an eyebrow, “Very well, Mr Owen, then I will remove you from the School of Chemistry register. You will have to find another School and different courses.”

“You can’t do that!” The man looked shocked.

“I think you’ll find that I can,” Nell returned calmly, she and Owen locked gazes for some seconds before the man turned away, looking over at Maxine he spoke,

“I’m sorry I was rude.”

“That’s better,” Nell said, “now in future I expect you to treat my staff with courtesy and respect, do you understand?”

“Your staff?”

“Yes, didn’t I say? I’m Nell Wilson, Head of the School of Chemistry,” Nell smiled slightly, “and yes, Mr Owen, that means that I do have the authority to refuse to allow you, or anyone who treats my staff in that disgraceful manner, to be entered on the roll.” When the man had left the rest of the admin staff all turned to look at Nell, she smiled, “Why so surprised people? You act as though no-one had ever stood up to a student before.”

“That’s because they don’t, generally,” Gemma said quickly, “oh, complaints about students are made but nothing ever gets done.”

“Well that’s changed then,” Nell said decisively, “I don’t care if these students are bringing in money - you will not be subjected to abuse, understood?”
Author:  abbeybufo [ Mon Jun 30, 2008 10:19 pm ]
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Well done Nell :twisted:

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Sugar [ Mon Jun 30, 2008 10:56 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley
Author:  MHE [ Mon Jun 30, 2008 11:16 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Liane [ Mon Jun 30, 2008 11:21 pm ]
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Well done Nell!
Thanks Lesley
Author:  crystaltips [ Tue Jul 01, 2008 12:32 pm ]
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Way to go Nell (but I hope that's not a future enemy)
Author:  Jennie [ Tue Jul 01, 2008 1:30 pm ]
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Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Miriam [ Tue Jul 01, 2008 6:53 pm ]
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Quote:
Nell smile broadened and the sadness vanished, “I have a family now, very close family. So close that, sometimes, I don’t think I would really survive should anything happen to them. My friend Hilda, the one I told you about? I thought I’d lost her once…and all joy left my life.”

“That’s your housemate? The Headmistress at the School?” Gemma asked gently.

Nell nodded, “Yes, she and I…”


Hmm, Nell could be giving a slightly wrong impression of herself here.
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Jul 02, 2008 11:29 am ]
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“What do you think, Ian?” Andrew looked across at the older man. The pair were sat in Ian’s worn but comfortable office and were discussing Andrew’s new work within his company.

Ian shook his head, “The more I hear of this Creasy fellow the less I like it,” he said decisively, “you say he’s been out of town on business for eight months? That’s ridiculous, even the best salesman has to touch base more frequently than that. And your firm is hardly short of clientele. Where has he been?”

“America.”

“North or South?”

“The States, California to be precise,” Andrew replied, “I’ve been looking up all sorts of Californian law, checking it against Australian.”

“Well I can see the sense in that,” Ian admitted, he then frowned, “but not in why you’ve been singled out to help. You’ve only been studying Australian law for the last year or so – your background is English law – why you?”

Andrew shrugged, “Perhaps it was thought the right thing for the most junior lawyer.”

Ian shook his head, “Not if there’s so much money involved – multi-million dollar business you said, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Andrew nodded, “but what else could it be? Why else would they want someone so junior on the case?”

”Perhaps because of that,” Ian said thoughtfully, “generally junior means inexperienced – and most people wouldn’t have your connections and access to information – it put you on your guard from the start, didn’t it?”

“Yes, but…” Andrew began, then stopped as Ian continued,

“Yet you acted as though you were naive, didn’t you? Didn’t say anything to them about those files Parkes had you checking when you first started – even though some of them were dicey?”

“So what do you think, then?”

Ian took a deep breath, “I don’t know what they're mixed up in,” he said solemnly, “but I don’t like it,” he looked across at the younger man, “and I think, in you, that they may have recruited their fall guy.”
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Jul 02, 2008 2:09 pm ]
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Oh oh!
Author:  Cumbrian Rachel [ Wed Jul 02, 2008 4:59 pm ]
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eek!

(and go Nell in the previous post :D )
Author:  crystaltips [ Thu Jul 03, 2008 12:40 pm ]
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Well, I suppose Andrew is warned now but I'm still going off to wibble quietly in the corner.
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:01 pm ]
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Well, I hope Ian is prepared to help and advice the *fall guy* because he needs an older and wiser person guiding him through this.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Fri Jul 04, 2008 10:39 pm ]
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“This is your room, Miss Annersley,” the ward clerk opened a door and ushered Hilda into a small but pleasant room overlooking the hospital gardens, “Ms Hedges will be along in about an hour or so,” the woman continued, “she’ll explain about the procedures tomorrow. Until then please just make yourself comfortable. The TV and radio are here,” she pointed, “and I will bring across a drink. What would you like?”

“Tea please, if that is possible,” Hilda said quietly.

“Of course,” the clerk smiled, “we always have tea and coffee here, Matron insists upon it. She may be in soon to see you, she asked me to pass on the message. I'll get you your drink,” she left the room.

Hilda nodded and placed her small case on the chair, she spent a few minutes unpacking the case and placing items in the bedside locker and beneath the pillow. She also investigated the small en-suite facilities and placed her toiletries and towel inside. She had just finished her unpacking when the door to her room opened and the ward clerk entered again,

“Your tea, Miss Annersley,” she said, placing a tray on the table, “Matron will be along soon, the second cup is for her.”

Hilda smiled her thanks and continued to look out of the window, a short time later the door opened again and a well-known voice spoke,

“Hello Miss Annersley.”

Hilda turned, “Barbara, how lovely to see you,” she smiled across at Barbara Henschell, Matron of the Real Hospital, “and my name is Hilda as I’m sure you know - otherwise I’ll have to call you Matron Henschell!”

“Oh don’t do that,” Barbara said quickly, moving across to hug the slighter woman, “it’s bad enough when the Student Nurses call me that. Now, have you got everything?”

Hilda nodded and the pair sat down in chairs near the window, “I have, the ward clerk has been extremely good.”

“So I should hope,” Barbara returned, “I told her she had an extremely important person to look after.”

Hilda looked across, her expression rather stunned, “But, why on Earth did you say that, Barbara? I’m certainly not important...”

The Matron raised an eyebrow, “Oh no? One of the Directors of the hospital, Head of the nearby Boarding School and Madge Russell’s deputy? And most important of all - you were my Headmistress.”

Hilda smiled slightly, “That was a very long time ago, Barbara,” she said, “another life, in fact.”

“True,” Barbara returned, “but it doesn’t mean I don’t remember. You deserve all the pampering you get - especially while in here.”

Hilda sipped her tea before replying, “You’re very kind,” she smiled.

The two sat chatting and drinking their tea for a while before there was a knock on the door and a young student nurse appeared,

“You wanted to see me, Matron?”

Barbara turned, “Oh yes, come over here, Hilda this is Student Nurse Barrett, Leanne, this is Miss Annersley. I want you to take very good care of her, she used to be my teacher.”

The girl smiled across and held out a hand, “Good afternoon, Miss Annersley,” she said rather shyly, “Matron has warned me that I have to look after you.”

Hilda smiled and shook hands, “I’m sure that you would have done so regardless, Nurse Barrett,” she said softly, “but, forgive me, have we met before? I’m sure I recognise you from somewhere...”

“From St Austin’s,” Barbara put in, “where Butcher was after being shot last year? Leanne was a student nurse there - she transferred over to us at the beginning of the year. She’s doing very well, so far - just make sure you don’t mess up,” she looked over mock-sternly at her member of staff.

Hilda reached over and patted the girl on the shoulder, “Take no notice, child, if she tries to bully you I’ll threaten to tell stories of when she was a young schoolgirl.”

Both Leanne and Barbara laughed, though Barbara also spluttered about how unfair that she be threatened by Hilda.

Leanne Barrett smiled across at Hilda Annersley, “I cannot believe that you really taught Matron, Miss Annersley,” she said quickly, “you don’t seem to be a great deal older than her.”

Hilda smiled gently, “I’m older than I appear, child,” she said.

Later, after both Nurse Barrett and Barbara had left, Hilda sat flicking through channels trying to find something to watch, she then, instead switched on the radio and listened to a station playing classical music whilst reading her book. A little after five pm there was a knock on her door and Emily Hedges, the General Surgeon, appeared,

“How are you, Hilda?”

Hilda smiled rather ruefully, “If I say that I am fine will you allow me to go home?”

Emily smiled sympathetically, “Sorry no, now we have you in our clutches we won’t let you go. Do you know what’s going to happen tomorrow?”

“Barbara did explain,” Hilda replied, “I am ‘nil by mouth’ from midnight and will have my pre-med early morning.”

“That’s right, these tests can be done under local but it’s far less traumatic under general - you should be back on the ward by lunchtime.”
Author:  Sugar [ Fri Jul 04, 2008 11:15 pm ]
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Thanks!

Hope Auntie Pat is looking after you as well as Hilda is being looked after.
Author:  Kat [ Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:03 pm ]
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Eeep! Good luck, Hilda...

Thanks, Lesley!
Author:  abbeybufo [ Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:11 pm ]
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Two posts to wibble about now :shock: . . . thanks Lesley - I think :twisted:
Author:  MaryR [ Sun Jul 06, 2008 5:25 pm ]
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Glad Barbara insisted Hilda was a VIP.

Had a chuckle at her comment about being older than she seems. :lol:

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Pat [ Sun Jul 06, 2008 7:46 pm ]
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I'm sure everyone else will agree that it's time for more of this. We'll let you off yesterday, since you were otherwise engaged (decided that 'busy' wasn't quite the right word there!!). Anyway, you've had all day to write some more, and I know just how fast you can write!!! :twisted: :wink: :twisted:
Author:  Sugar [ Sun Jul 06, 2008 9:14 pm ]
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Agree with Aunty Pat you should have written screeds by now! Please Lesley can we have some more? (see me be a good girl)
Author:  Jennie [ Mon Jul 07, 2008 2:56 pm ]
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Hmm, Sugar, I agree with you about Lesley, but what about your own drabbles?
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Mon Jul 07, 2008 9:49 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Jul 08, 2008 12:04 pm ]
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Monday morning, just before work detail, saw a meeting in Butcher’s cell,

“Now, it depends on whether the right screws are in place today,” Butcher said quickly, “it’s no good if Mareck or Francis or Morgan are covering – they’re too sharp, they’ll cotton on to what’s happening and immediately organise a search.”

“What about Stanbridge?”

“Yeah, she’ll do, or Wheeler or even Fielder – they are all inexperienced, won’t recognise anything’s going down. So, Bradley, can you do it?”

Bradley shrugged, “Sure I can do it,” she said, “piece of cake, only…”

“Only what?” Butcher demanded.

“Well, nicking the screw’s keys is all very well but even if they are inexperienced they are sure to notice pretty soon - when will we have time to use them?”

Chapman nodded, “She’s right, Butcher, by the time the shift’s over even the thickest screw will realise her keys are missing. We won’t be able to do anything in the time available.”

“We’re not going to be hanging on to the keys for long,” Butcher replied, “before the end of the shift the screw will, hopefully, have their keys back and be none the wiser they ever lost them.”

“Don’t understand,” Bradley said, a puzzled expression on her face.

Butcher smiled slightly, “Look, there’s no point in nicking keys unless you plan to use them straight away.”

“Like you when you took Mrs Francis’ keys, you mean?” Grant asked.

“Yeah,” Butcher nodded, “the screws safeguard the keys with their lives – get in serious trouble if they lose them. If they think – if Shaw thinks we’ve had access to any screw’s keys she’ll withdraw all of them and have the locks changed. If that happens the prison is disrupted for days and it costs thousands.”

“Sounds like a laugh,” Bradley said with a grin.

Butcher raised an eyebrow, “Hardly,” she said, “because she’ll also strip search the entire prison to find the stolen keys – and we’ll lose a lot of stuff during an intense search.”

“And anyway we wouldn’t be able to use the damn keys, would we?” Rees put in.

“Right,” Butcher nodded, “so the idea is to borrow the keys for a while – just the length of the work detail this morning. And then kid you’ll return the keys to the screw’s belt and he or she won’t even know they’ve gone.”

The young inmate frowned, “What’s the point?”

“Point is that one of the mice, Hadaway – her old man’s a locksmith,” Butcher replied, “and she’s going to cut us a key.”

“What, you mean we’ll our own key? For anywhere inside the prison?” Bradley grinned at the idea.

Rees returned the grin, “That’s right – if you can do the business, if you’re as good as you say you are.”

Butcher nodded, “Why do you think I got you to change your work detail, Bradley? I needed you to be able to take the keys while we were in the metal shop. So, you up for it?”

Bradley’s grin widened, “For a chance to have our own keys? You bet you’re a*se I am. We could get anywhere inside, do anything.”

Butcher nodded, “Right, we can arrange a couple of minor diversions to help you out, and also to shield Hadaway – she’ll need some time to cut the key.”

“What about getting the key out of the metal shop?” Grant asked, “Don’t they have metal detectors there?”

Rees nodded, “Yeah, and they frisk all of us, Butcher?”

Butcher thought for a moment, “Easy, one of the screws again – they don’t go through the metal detector so they can carry in our key back to the Wing.”

“Bloody obliging of them,” Rees said with a grin.

Butcher smiled, “Yeah, real helpful – especially as the first thing we use that key for is going to be visiting Tate to welcome her to the prison.”
Author:  abbeygirl [ Tue Jul 08, 2008 1:09 pm ]
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Gulp..... Am VERY glad i am not in Tate's shoes right now. Thanks Lesley will now spend next few hours (?) hint. hint. waiting for the next installment.....
Author:  PaulineS [ Tue Jul 08, 2008 1:13 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley. I am concerned for Butcher and Tate, but mostly sorry for Shaw, as she does not expect problems so soon.
Author:  Jennie [ Tue Jul 08, 2008 1:37 pm ]
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And just when we were nearer finding out what is wrong with Hilda!
Author:  Ruth B [ Tue Jul 08, 2008 3:44 pm ]
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Thank you Lesley.

BTW, they didn't employ you as a consultant on Criminal Justice did they? :wink: Some of the prison scenes seemed very reminiscent of RCS.
Author:  Pat [ Tue Jul 08, 2008 6:57 pm ]
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Jennie wrote:
And just when we were nearer finding out what is wrong with Hilda!


We weren't any nearer that Jennie. We won't be till Lesley decides that we are!! You know how she loves to jump around in RCS! :roll:

And of course we'd all like some more.
Author:  MaryR [ Wed Jul 09, 2008 7:34 pm ]
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Some welcome! :shock:

As for Butcher's convoluted thinking... very clever, Lesley. :twisted:
Author:  Carolyn P [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 12:23 pm ]
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I'm up to date.

I AM FINALLY UP TO DATE WITH RCS!!!

And on several cliffs!

So now I'm here at last, let's have lots of resolutions please Lesley!! :lol:
Author:  Lesley [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 12:27 pm ]
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Your wish is my command! :wink:


At the Real Chalet School that afternoon Ruth Derwent was interrupted by a knock on her door, she looked up, “Come in!”

Rosalie appeared in the doorway, a large grin on her face, “Sorry to disturb you, Ruth,” she began, “but there’s this bigwig from the university here to see you, shall I send her in?”

Ruth frowned, “Bigwig? What do you mean, Rosalie?”

“She means me, Ruth,” a familiar voice replied, and Nell Wilson’s head appeared around the door, “and don’t worry, I’ll settle with her later. Can…ooops...may I come in?”

Ruth smiled, “Of course you may, Nell, you’ve no need to ask, you’re more entitled to be in here,” she indicated the Head’s study, “than I am. Rosalie could you organise some tea, please?”

“No worries,” Rosalie said with a nod toward Nell, “good to see you back, Nell.”

Nell sat herself down at the oval table and shook her head slightly, “I’m not more entitled to be here than you, Ruth. You’re Deputy Head - in Hilda’s absence you take charge.”

Ruth smiled, “I know,” she took a deep breath, “it’s just that you’re a tough act to follow, you know?”

Nell grinned, “Well of course,” she agreed, her tongue firmly in her cheek, “I had to keep Hilda on her toes now didn’t I?”

Ruth nodded, “How is she?”

“Hilda? She’s okay, rather vexed that she’s still in hospital - made me promise to come along and give you an update.”

“She’s had all her tests then?”

“Yes, she should get the results tomorrow,” Nell replied, she paused for a moment as the door opened again and one of the admin staff brought in a tray with two mugs of tea, then continued, “however Emily checked one of the blood results, her haemoglobin and decided that Hilda was so anaemic she could do with some blood. She’s having three pints transfused and will have to stay in until at least tomorrow.”

“At least tomorrow?” Ruth had caught the slight uncertainty in Nell’s voice.

Nell nodded abruptly, “Yes, this number of tests,” she swallowed quickly then continued, “well they’re not looking for anything minor are they?”

Ruth shook her head sympathetically and the two women sat in silence for some time, drinking their tea, eventually Nell finished hers and sat back with a conscious effort and smiled, “Well how are things with you, Ruth? Nancy and Kathie were over visiting Hilda yesterday evening and said that Half Term had gone well.”

“Yes it did,” Ruth agreed, “no major accidents or incidents, not even any near misses,” she grimaced slightly, “didn’t stop me from worrying the entire four days though.”

“Tell me about it,” Nell said with feeling, “though the number of times things do happen at half term I think we were probably justified.”

“Maybe,” Ruth replied, “but until this term it had never occurred to me just how much you and Hilda must have worried about all of us.”

Nell shrugged, “After as while you get used to it, Ruth,” she said gently, “it becomes almost second nature. But you’ll be fine - Hilda is very pleased with you.”

“She is?” Ruth’s face lit up in obvious pleasure.

“Of course she is,” Nell replied quickly, “she would have told you if you’d been doing badly, wouldn’t she?”

“Well yes, I suppose so,” Ruth said somewhat reluctantly, “it’s just that - I’m not you, Nell.”

Nell took a deep breath and, when she looked across at the Deputy Head her expression was unusually serious, she reached across and touched Ruth’s hand, “Don’t you think,” she said rather quietly, “that I know all about living in someone else’s shadow? No-one’s asking you to try to be me, you’ve got to find you, your own way, your own method. Anything else is not being true to yourself, is it?”

Ruth flushed slightly, “No,” she replied just as quietly, “you’re right, it’s not.”

Nell nodded, “You know, since we escaped Elinor you have grown so much, Ruth,” she commented, “she didn’t allow you to be anything, but now - you’re most impressive Ruth Derwent.”

The Deputy Head’s flush deepened, “Well what about you? Head of Department at a university? That’s pretty impressive too, you know?”

Nell smiled, “Wish some of the other Department Heads thought that,” she said ruefully.

“Problems?”

Nell nodded, “Not within the Chemistry Department,” she said, “they all appear to have accepted me, even Diana Birch, but I’ve heard grumbling from some of the Professors who Head their Departments.”

“Well if they value their skins they’ll make sure it remains just grumbling,” Ruth said with a grin, “no one would willing face you at you worst.”

“Well they don’t know me as well as the pupils and staff at the School,” Nell replied, “they are not aware of my…skills…in that respect.”

“In that case may I come along to watch, the first time one of them makes the mistake of attacking you directly?”

The two women both laughed, at that moment the door to the Study opened again and they both turned, Madge Russell stood in the doorway, she was speaking to someone outside,

“No, it’s alright, Rosalie, I can announce myself - I’m sure Ruth knows who I am,” she turned to face the two and started slightly, “oh, Nell, what are you doing here?”

Nell noted the slight annoyance on Madge’s expression and wondered as to its cause, “I was just letting Ruth know what was happening with Hilda,” she replied, “and we were gossiping about different things.”

“I see,” Nell was certain she could hear some disapproval in Madge’s tones but was at a loss to explain it, “well if you’ve finished I have some RCS business to discuss with Ruth - you’ll have to excuse us, Nell.”

Nell’s expression darkened at the obvious dismissal but she said nothing, merely standing and thanking Ruth for the tea and chat. Ruth could also recognise the atmosphere and was especially warm in her response to Nell ending with a request that Nell pass on Ruth’s love to Hilda and hope that the test results were received soon. Nell left the Head’s Study frowning
Author:  PaulineS [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 12:36 pm ]
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Madge is becoming very unpleasant. What is she planning whilst Hilda is away? Wibbling about another cliff. Lesley what is the record for the number of cliffs you have ongoing at any one time?
Author:  keren [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 1:24 pm ]
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Its not only the number of cliffs, but the type
i.e. a cliff in the path of is Nell or Hilda alive is worth more than others


I too am suspicious of Madge
Author:  Emma A [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 1:41 pm ]
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I wonder if Madge thinks that Ruth is still unsure of herself and perhaps could be more easily manipulated than Hilda? I like to think that she's got under EBD's influence (kind of like hypnosis or something!).

Thanks for the continuing drama, Lesley!
Author:  abbeygirl [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 1:43 pm ]
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Dear Lesley - As Carolyn had some success with her polite request for more RCS - might I try my luck?

Please, pretty please, could you post a little bit more... about 10,000 words should keep me happy for a little while.

Thank you.
Author:  ibarhis [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 1:43 pm ]
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[quote="Emma A"]I wonder if Madge thinks that Ruth is still unsure of herself and perhaps could be more easily manipulated than Hilda? quote]

That was certainly my thought on reading it.
Author:  Ruth B [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 1:52 pm ]
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*wibble*
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 4:01 pm ]
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I mooted this a while ago - and here we are, Madge up to no good behind Hilda's back. Poor Nell has enough on her plate worrying about the frightening number of tests Hilda is undergoing.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Pat [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 4:24 pm ]
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Doesn't Nell have some sort of official standing in RCS apart from her old job? She had shares in the old CS.
Author:  Jennie [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 4:49 pm ]
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Yes, and she has shares in RCS, and, if I remember rightly, has a consderable shareholding in RCS, as well as being a permanent member of the RCS board.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 4:52 pm ]
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Nice one Lesley :lol:
Author:  Pat [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 8:18 pm ]
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Jennie wrote:
Yes, and she has shares in RCS, and, if I remember rightly, has a consderable shareholding in RCS, as well as being a permanent member of the RCS board.


That's what I thought, so Madge has no business telling her to leave!

Madge is getting very strange these days. Looking forward to finding out why.
Author:  Lesley [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 8:46 pm ]
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Pat wrote:
Jennie wrote:
Yes, and she has shares in RCS, and, if I remember rightly, has a consderable shareholding in RCS, as well as being a permanent member of the RCS board.


That's what I thought, so Madge has no business telling her to leave!

Madge is getting very strange these days. Looking forward to finding out why.


Hmmmm, Nell has shares in RCS Industries and is a permanent Director on the Board of the same. However that is not quite the same as RCS - when Madge was definitely referring to the School - ie Real Chalet School (RCS). Madge was wanting to discuss the School with Ruth - and as Nell is no longer a member of Staff then Madge was quite correct to ask Nell to leave.

Of course just why Madge wanted to speak with Ruth in private is another matter entirely... :wink:
Author:  Pat [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:15 pm ]
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That makes the difference of course. I do hope you're writing, Lesley!
Author:  Carolyn P [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:18 pm ]
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What is wrong with Madge?...hmm...*puts thinking cap on* *tops it off with plotting cap*

Thanks Lesley...now will you be making a post that quickly every time I inform the world I am up to date?

If so then....

I AM UP TO DATE AGAIN! :lol:
Author:  Lesley [ Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:53 pm ]
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Baby post - won't work again Carolyn!

The following morning saw the Head of the Prison Board taking a telephone call,

“I have Governor Shaw on the line, Paul,” his secretary said, “she sounds rather…irate.”

Paul Rhodes sighed, “I thought I’d be hearing from her,” he said, half to himself, “alright, put her through Mike,” there was a pause then the sound of a connection, “good morning Geri, and how are you this fine morning?”

“Don’t you give me that, Paul Rhodes,” Geri Shaw was most definitely not amused, “what’s this rubbish in my in-box from you?”

“Just as it says, Geri,” Rhodes replied, “McCall is being transferred back to Victoria on compassionate grounds and will be coming to your prison.”

“Compassionate? McCall? Have you read her file?”

“Well of course, Geri, I sent it across to you…”

“Then you know that she’s about as compassionate as Jack the Ripper,” Geri stormed, “she’s got a life sentence, has at least another eighteen years to serve before even being considered for parole. Her last job, holding up a security van, ended with one of the security guards dead from a fractured skull.”

“I know all that, Geri,” Rhodes said patiently, “but she does have compassionate grounds - she’s spent the last year in prison in New South Wales, but all her family are here in Victoria.”

“Oh yes, her family, I note she has two younger brothers, both serving lengthy terms, one for GBH and the other for murder?”

“Yes but she also has a daughter of nineteen and a new baby granddaughter, who live in Melbourne,” Paul said patiently, “and no way for them to travel across hundreds of miles to see her - it was thought reasonable for her to be moved to a Victoria facility.”

“But why mine?” Geri demanded, “I have more than enough of this type of inmate here already.”

“Now you know why, Geri,” Paul replied, “yours is the only maximum security prison for women - and she warrants maximum security - we can’t send her to a prison farm, now can we?”

“No, I suppose not,” Geri said grudgingly, “but it’s going to cause conflict, you know that.”

“You’ll manage it, Geri,” Rhodes said quickly, “I know you will.”

“Hmmmm, well you owe me Paul,” Geri said, only partly mollified.
Author:  Sugar [ Fri Jul 11, 2008 12:09 am ]
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Oh Heavens as if Butcher hadn't got enough going on with Tate! I think there might be ructions!

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Carolyn P [ Fri Jul 11, 2008 8:00 am ]
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Thank you very much Lesley, that was just the kind of service I like! :wink:

I think Butcher is in for a hard time, someone else after her position!
Author:  Jennie [ Fri Jul 11, 2008 1:07 pm ]
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What about me saying I'm up to date, Lesley? Hint, hint.

Is it just this PC I'm using not being fully loaded with software, or s everyone unable to edit their own posts?
Author:  Lesley [ Fri Jul 11, 2008 2:17 pm ]
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Advanced warning - could be upsetting.


In her room in the Real Hospital Hilda Annersley had spent an unsettled night. Partly this was due to the fact that she was having three units of blood transfused and so nurses had to check her temperature, pulse and blood pressure on a frequent basis. However Hilda admitted privately to herself that she would not have slept very well regardless – the Consultant Surgeon was returning to discuss the results of all the tests performed over the last week. Accordingly when, a little after ten in the morning, Emily Hedges appeared with Matron Henschell, Hilda was prepared. After the initial pleasantries Ms Hedges took a deep breath and looked over at her patient,

“Well I don’t have all the results back yet, Hilda,” she began, “but I have enough to give you a preliminary diagnosis.”

”And the results are not encouraging, are they?” Hilda said softly.

“Damn,” Emily replied, “it’s always a problem when you’ve got a mind reader for a patient.”

Hilda smiled slightly, “Not quite that,” she said, “but I can ‘read’ emotion – and both Barbara and you are very easy to read this morning. Tell me.”

Emily swallowed, “The colonoscopy and barium enema both point to a problem in the ascending colon – that’s the part of the bowel leading from the caecum and appendix here,” she pointed to the lower right of her own abdomen, “up to here, just below the stomach, when it becomes the transverse colon, moving across to the other side.”

“That problem being?”

This time Barbara Henschell replied, “It’s cancer, Hilda,” she said quietly.

The other two women watched as Hilda Annersley absorbed the news; her already pale face whitened and she swallowed a number of times in succession, then, after taking a few deep breaths she focused on the Surgeon once more, “How long?”

Emily frowned, “How long? You mean how long you’ve had the cancer?”

Hilda shook her head, “No, how long until…” she stopped, unable to continue. Hedges continued to shake her head, unsure what was being asked and it was left to the Matron to suddenly realise,

“No, no Hilda, this isn’t a death sentence.”

Hilda looked across at Barbara, “Of course it is,” she said calmly, though her grey eyes spoke of her distress, “cancer is always a death sentence.”

“Was, Hilda,” Barbara repeated with emphasis, “cancer was a death sentence, fifty years ago,” she watched as the emphasis suddenly penetrated, “but not automatically, not now.”

Hedges continued, “Most assuredly not a death sentence, Hilda,” she said, “this cancer, from what we can tell so far, is in an early stage of development, I’m still awaiting further test results but, so far, everything points to no lymph involvement and no metastases – that is secondary cancers. If that’s the case then we may have caught this in time.

Hilda took a deep breath, “And your treatment, Doctor?”

“Surgery,” Emily Hedges replied promptly, “from the tests so far it should be possible to resect the tumour and anastomose the remaining colon together. It shouldn’t even be necessary to create a stoma. After that, well, you may need chemo, I’ll wait on the Path Lab to decide.”

Hilda looked across at the Surgeon with a raised eyebrow then turned to Barbara, the Matron responded, “That means remove the tumour and the part of the colon where the tumour is – and then stitch the rest of the colon back together again – it should not be necessary to bring the cut end to the surface. Whether or not you need chemotherapy – that is strong cancer killing drugs – afterwards will depend on the pathological report.”

“I see,” Hilda fell silent for a time then, “when would you want to perform this surgery?”

“As soon as possible,” Emily replied, “you’ll need a few days to build up – I want you started on TPN to build you up somewhat. And you’ll need to completely clear the surrounding area. I’d say, end of the week, possibly Friday or Saturday. We can get started straight away?”

Hilda nodded, “Very well Doctor, go ahead.”
Author:  Rachel [ Fri Jul 11, 2008 2:36 pm ]
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Poor Hilda if she's been dreading a cancer diagnosis believing it to be a death sentence!

I wonder how many other RCS staff would also automatically assume HIlda's days are numbered because of the cancer?

Many thanks Lesley - are you finding this hard to write?
Author:  PaulineS [ Fri Jul 11, 2008 3:23 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley. Glad Barbara was there to set Hilda's mind at rest, as Emily would have no idea of Hilda's background and the gaps in her knowledge of late twentieth century medcine.
Author:  Carolyn P [ Fri Jul 11, 2008 8:59 pm ]
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Thanks very much Lesley.
Author:  Pat [ Fri Jul 11, 2008 9:00 pm ]
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Anyone would think you hated Hilda, Lesley!!!

And with Madge acting the way she is, it's the last thing the school needs! Unless of course this brings her to her senses! Or is she going to take advantage of Hild'as absense? She'll think cancer a death sentence too, won't she?
Author:  Sugar [ Fri Jul 11, 2008 9:22 pm ]
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Madge, Nell, all the original staff will think the same.

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sat Jul 12, 2008 4:25 am ]
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Thanks Lesley. Can completely understand why she thought it was a death sentence, I meet people now who think that about so much curable things.

BTW There's a bit of a difference between Australia and the UK and that is we don't have matron's here. Anyone in charge of the shift is the ANUM (associate nurse unit manager) and in charge of the ward is the NUM (nurse unit manager). I wasn't sure if you were referring to Barbara as Matron cos of the Hospital being part of the RCS industries or if because that's what you have in the UK and didn't realise the difference. And the other thing St Austin is just referred to as The Austin. The saint part is usually dropped. Hope you don't mind the correction. I know I make the same mistakes going the other way
Author:  Lesley [ Sat Jul 12, 2008 8:27 am ]
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We don't have Matrons here any more either - those in charge of sections are Nursing Officers and in charge of hospitals are Senior Nursing Officers - at least I believe so, it's sometime since I was on the wards. :lol: But the Real Hospital was set up by the San people when they escaped from Elinor and for them the person in charge of the nurses was the Matron.

Didn't know about St Austin's - thanks.
Author:  Alex [ Sat Jul 12, 2008 10:12 am ]
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They have Modern Matrons in the hospital where I work (or they did 4 years ago, I have no idea if they still do). I'm not really clear on what they do; they aren't in charge of a ward, I think they are more senior.
Author:  Torri [ Sun Jul 13, 2008 12:36 am ]
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Just caught up with this and what a post to catch up with! :shock:

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Fi [ Sun Jul 13, 2008 1:53 pm ]
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Sorry I haven't posted in a while but RL has been somewhat hectic recently.

Poor Hilda and poor Nell when she finds out. I'm glad that Nell is receiving more support from her dept. at the University now, she is going to need it.

There were still modern Matrons working in the hospitals when I was last there (about a year ago). Their role is mostly managerial and administrative with very little hands-on work. It does ring true that Barbara broke the news to Hilda though because she is a bit of a VIP at the hospital.

Thanks for all the most recent posts Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Jul 13, 2008 9:53 pm ]
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“Ruth, Ruth are you alright?” The concerned voice suddenly penetrated and Ruth Derwent looked round quickly,

“Sorry Ros, deep in thought,” she said with an apologetic smile.

“So I could see,” Rosalind Moore said with a smile, “I don’t know, the acting-Head invites me into her study for tea then totally ignores me - I get enough of that at home you know - when Geoff and Jake are playing together I might just as well not be there.”

Ruth shook her head, “You love it,” she said gently, “especially as Jake’s walking now.”

“Don’t remind me,” Ros said with feeling, “I just managed to stop him walking straight into the path of the motorised lawn mower yesterday - Geoff had arranged to borrow one of the School ones to cut our lawn but didn’t think to warn me. I don’t know who was more scared Geoff or me - the only one not bothered was Jake himself - kept trying to reach the tractor.”

“He’s like Robbie, loves tractors,” Ruth said, only half listening, Ros looked across at her friend and frowned,

“Ruth,” she said loudly, causing Ruth to start, “what’s wrong? Don’t try and tell me it’s nothing because I can see that it I. Is there something wrong with the School? The Staff? Nancy mentioned earlier today when I saw her at Break that everything was going well, that you were managing perfectly. So what’s wrong - is it Hilda?”

“No, not Hilda…well,” Ruth stopped herself and rephrased, “that is, I’m worried about her, of course I am, but…”

“But it’s something else,” Rosalind finished, “well what?”

Ruth took a deep breath, “This is in confidence, Ros,” she began.

“Of course.”

“Well, I told you that Nell was here first thing? Well while we were chatting Madge Russell appeared.”

“Oh yes? How was she?”

Ruth sighed, “That’s just it,” she said, “she was fine with me, but she was really very rude to Nell - dismissing her because she, Madge that is, wanted to talk to me about arrangements for the School. I mean I know Nell has left the RCS now but even so there was no need for that. Besides I also noticed…” she paused.

“Also noticed what, Ruth?”

Ruth shook her head, “I keep telling myself I imagined it but I’m sure I didn’t,” she said, “I noticed that Madge could hardly look Nell in the eye and seemed angry with her.”

“Angry, why? Because she’s got another job?”

“Partly, but there seems to be another reason as well. She’s also angry with Hilda, very angry.”

“Why? Hilda can’t help being ill - and from what I’ve heard the hospital seem to think it’s serious. She gets the results today, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, Nell said she was going in this afternoon to find out. But it’s not because Hilda is ill, it’s because of something Hilda had done.”

Rosalind frowned, “Well now you’ve got me intrigued, Ruth, what on Earth can Hilda have done that has angered Madge so much?”

There was silence for some time, then Ruth replied, “You know there has been a moratorium on recruitment for all of RCS Industries? Even though we, the School have both the funding and the need for staff?”

Rosalind nodded, “Yes, I’ve been looking after Robbie a couple of afternoons most weeks because Cherry has been working overtime to cover - but Cherry told me last week that some new staff have been appointed so I thought it had been resolved?”

“Yes, well it’s quite true, new staff, permanent staff, have been appointed - three cleaners, one security guard and one admin staff - that barely brings us up to the bare minimum required but at least it means others aren’t having too heavy a load placed upon them.”

“So?”

“So Hilda did it despite the moratorium, in complete defiance of Madge’s order. She contacted Rachael Pelter - she's no longer employed by RCS Industries so Hilda asked her to do some freelance work for the School - asked her to put together all the HR bits and employed them directly by the School, rather than by RCS Industries,” Ruth said grimly.

Rosalind took a deep breath, “Oh, wow, and she left you to deal with all the flak?” she sounded annoyed for her friend’s sake.

Ruth shook her head, “No, she emailed Madge to tell her what had been done and to confirm that she, Hilda, took full responsibility for it - that I had no idea.”

“But Madge can’t reverse the decision?”

Ruth shrugged, “Hardly, the five all have contracts with the Real Chalet School - we exist separately from RCS Industries so it’s perfectly above board.”

Rosalind reached across for her mug and took a long sip of her coffee before replying, “Well I know that the staff are needed,” she said, “if the situation had gone on for much longer I think we’d have seen other staff leaving because they were being overworked. But even so…”

“Yes, Madge is furious and you know Hilda - the phrase irresistible force and immovable object springs to mind.”
Author:  abbeybufo [ Sun Jul 13, 2008 9:58 pm ]
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Well I can see why Madge is furious, even though it was because she had been so rigid in the first place that Hilda had to act as she did . . .

Now what, I wonder :shock:

Thanks, Lesley :D
Author:  PaulineS [ Sun Jul 13, 2008 10:08 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley. Madge has reacted to Hilda's actions, I wonder how much Nell knows as Madge seems to blame her as well.
Author:  Sugar [ Sun Jul 13, 2008 10:15 pm ]
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Oops! Madge won't like being defied by Hilda but I think she did the right thing as the staff were needed. I wonder if Madge feels like her school is slipping out of her grip.
Author:  Pat [ Sun Jul 13, 2008 10:16 pm ]
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What on earth did Madge expect Hilda to do? Lose more staff? Is that what she wants so that she can move it back to England more easily? Prove it isn't working in Australia?
Author:  Elder in Ontario [ Sun Jul 13, 2008 10:30 pm ]
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Ouch, ouch, ouch - a full blown dispute with Madge is exactly what Hilda needs at this minute - NOT - in the light of her own health challenge!! But I can see that Madge would be likely to automatically 'lump' Nell and Hilda together over this, hence her extreme rudeness to Nell. And yes, the saying about the immovable force meeting the irresitible object had occurred to me, too, as I read this episode.
Author:  Tara [ Sun Jul 13, 2008 11:49 pm ]
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Just caught up again. Still open-mouthed over Butcher (and dreading what she's going to do to Tate) and ... oh, Hilda! :cry: I suppose it could have been worse, quite a lot worse actually, but it's bad enough, and neither Hilda nor Nell is going to be in much of a position to fight Madge. I think Hilda made absolutely the right decision about the staff, Madge was being totally unreasonable, but I can see why Madge is so angry at being comprehensively defied. I wouldn't give anything for her chances in a dispute with Hilda and, by extension, Nell, under normal circumstances; at the moment, anything could happen.

This is a 'thank you, Lesley - I think' moment!
Author:  MaryR [ Mon Jul 14, 2008 1:26 pm ]
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I'm afraid I have a vision of Nell wading in all guns blazing, because she's so upset about Hilda and will feel guiltl she's left the school. And I also have a feeling it's all going to impede Hilda's progress. Gulp! :cry:
Author:  Jennie [ Mon Jul 14, 2008 2:39 pm ]
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And it leaves Ruth between the devil and the deep blue sea.
Author:  Lesley [ Mon Jul 14, 2008 7:39 pm ]
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At the Real Hospital Hilda had just finished relating her news to her closest friend, she watched as Nell’s face gradually eased in colour back to her normal tanned appearance - she had turned white on first hearing the diagnosis.

“They are sure about that, are they?” Nell asked somewhat hoarsely.

“As certain as they can be,” Hilda returned calmly, “of course they cannot give an absolute guarantee but I seem to have an extremely good chance of full recovery.”

Nell rose from her chair and walked over to stand looking out of the window, she didn’t speak for some time then, “I can’t lose you, Hilda,” she said, so softly that Hilda could barely hear it.

“I’m not planning to go anywhere, Nell,” Hilda replied, “the plan is that I spend the next few days being prepared and then have surgery - probably on Saturday.”

“That drip in your neck?” Nell asked, still with her back to her partner.

“TPN, I think they call it,” Hilda replied, “to give me some nourishment, build me up, before the surgery. It’s part of the preparation.”

“Oh yes? What of the rest?”

Hilda’s eyes showed a brief amusement, “Somewhat less comfortable,” she said drily, “they have to ensure the site is as clean, surgically speaking, as possible.”

“The site..?”

“The bowel,” Hilda grimaced slightly, “not a very pleasant procedure, as I’m sure you can imagine.”

Nell nodded, “Yes,” she turned and looked across at her friend, Hilda was sat in her chair, wearing a blue silken dressing gown with slippers on her feet. A drip stand to her left held a three litre bag of yellow fluid and the tubing for this entered Hilda near her neck. That apart she seemed as controlled as ever. Nell laughed, “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised,” she said quickly, “at how calmly you are taking all of this.”

Hilda shook her head, “Of what use would anger be, in this situation, Nell?” she asked quietly. She took a deep breath and looked down at the floor, Nell saw that the breath was somewhat ragged. Hilda looked over at Nell again and her entire expression was grey, “I don’t want to die, Nell,” she said and her voice was even more quiet, “I did once, in another world, but not now, not here. I have so much for which I want to live.”

Nell moved across to sit beside her friend, placed her arm around Hilda’s thin shoulders, “I know,” she said simply, “and you won’t.”

“You promise, Nell?”

Nell Wilson paused, her intrinsic honesty battling against the answer Hilda needed, “I promise that, if it is humanly possible, Hilda, you will beat this.”

Hilda’s eyes searched the face of her friend, recognising that Nell spoke the truth, “Thank you,” she said and Nell watched as the mantel of calm descended once more to mask Hilda’s innermost feelings. Knew herself to be possibly the only person Hilda permitted to see beneath that outward appearance.
Author:  PaulineS [ Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:04 pm ]
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(((Hilda))) I agree we do not want you to die. I hope Lesley you have no evil thoughts about Hilda.

Thank you for the update.
Author:  MHE [ Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:12 pm ]
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PaulineS wrote

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(((Hilda))) I agree we do not want you to die. I hope Lesley you have no evil thoughts about Hilda.


Agrees with Pauline.

(((Hilda and Nell)))

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Pat [ Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:17 pm ]
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I do agree that anger is no use at all! I can also understand Hilda's fear only too well. It must be so much harder. coming from the era that she does, where cancer was a death sentence, to take on board that now it isn't.
Author:  Carolyn P [ Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:20 pm ]
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Hilda won't die, although she will come very close no doubt, but Lesley won't bring herself to actually kill her...odd really when killing would be kinder than some of the things she puts the poor woman through.

As for what will happen with RCS industries and the school....I have somne theories.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:28 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley - you are keeping us all on tenterhooks here :lol: :lol:
Author:  MaryR [ Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:43 pm ]
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Poor Nell, so honest and yet afraid to be too honest. :cry:

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Tara [ Mon Jul 14, 2008 11:18 pm ]
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(((Hilda/Nell))). Trying so hard to reassure each other and themselves but with too much integrity to give glib, false promises. At least there is one person to whom Hilda can admit her fears and with whom she doesn't have to be brave. So hard for Nell to contemplate losing Hilda after all they've been through.
*Remembering firmly that the prognosis is good and no-one has suggested it's terminal*
Author:  Torri [ Tue Jul 15, 2008 12:09 am ]
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(((Hilda and Nell)))


Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Tue Jul 15, 2008 9:30 am ]
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Thanks Lesley. Hope Madge realizes how much she's hurting others by being so rigid and hope Nell and Hilda get through Hilda's illness alright
Author:  Kathy_S [ Tue Jul 15, 2008 1:44 pm ]
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Whatever is Madge thinking? :shock:

Hope Hilda comes through, especially with her symptoms so pronounced before diagnosis. :(
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Jul 15, 2008 9:59 pm ]
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It was not until the Wednesday that Butcher’s plan could be enacted; previously she had postponed the attempt because she felt the Prison Officers detailed to the metal shop would suspect something. Then, on the Wednesday, when it looked as though she would have to postpone it again due to the presence of Mrs Francis, the Acting Senior Officer was called to a meeting in the Governor’s Office. Butcher smiled, wondering how Shaw would feel if she were ever to discover that she was responsible for the inmates being able to go ahead with their plans. In the metal shop, instead, they had Mr Wheeler, the Officer had only recently completed nine months as a Prison Officer and, although he had been an Auxiliary Officer previously, working in the Reception area, it was obvious he was still somewhat naive and inexperienced. The initial theft of his keys was undertaken without him even suspecting anything and Bradley was able to pass the keys on to Hadaway, a tall, thin inmate of about fifty. She was serving eighteen months for receiving stolen property, having been acquitted of a further two charges of burglary. Her husband was currently in Barwon serving three years for burglary.

Hadaway was partially hidden at the back of the metal shop - she had been in that spot for the last few weeks and the Officers had become used to her being there. She had a number of the metal licence plates with her as well as some metal files and cutters. She also, unbeknown to the Officers, had a couple of ‘blank’ keys, passed across to her when her family had visited recently and brought into the metal shop in Officer Wheeler’s jacket pocket. The rest of that morning she toiled away while the rest of the metal shop caused any number of problems, fights broke out, slanging matches and arguments, everything to concentrate the Prison Officer’s attention away from the hidden corner where Hadaway worked. The key was returned to Wheeler’s chain just prior to the end of the work shift that morning with him being none the wiser as to its disappearance.

That evening, during Association, a number of Butcher’s firm crowded in to her cell, Butcher looked round, “Alright, it went well today.”

“So where’s the key then?”

Butcher glared across at the speaker, “Why don’t you say that a bit louder, Parry? I don’t think all the screws on the wing heard you.”

Parry flushed, “Sorry, Butcher,” she mumbled.

“As to your question, the key is safe - and I’m the only one that knows where it is. So we’ve got to plan for when we’re going to visit Tate.”

“You don’t want it to be tonight, do you Butcher?” Rees asked, “the risk will be too great and we wouldn’t have enough time.”

“No,” Butcher agreed, “we won’t be doing anything until the weekend. Saturday afternoon to be exact. The prison will be relaxed, screws off-guard and no one watching us closely. If half a dozen of us suddenly disappear no one will even miss us. We can get across to the Seg Wing and see to Tate and still be back in time for Tea.”
Author:  Sugar [ Tue Jul 15, 2008 10:23 pm ]
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Amazing what they can get up to inside a Prison isn't it!

Thanks Lesley. Jumping about all over as per usual!
Author:  Pat [ Tue Jul 15, 2008 10:43 pm ]
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You'd think Lesley had personal experience, wouldn't you? :twisted:
Author:  Tara [ Tue Jul 15, 2008 11:45 pm ]
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They've managed that very cleverly - pity all that initiative and teamwork isn't in a better cause, really! I am rather dreading the next bit. Whatever Tate's sins, violence isn't the answer, but I don't think Butcher would agree with me there. Loved poor Parry putting her foot in it, B's response was wonderful.

Yes, I've always been thankful Lesley has not (yet) turned to crime, she'd be a natural ...
Author:  Rachel [ Wed Jul 16, 2008 10:39 am ]
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Pat wrote:
You'd think Lesley had personal experience, wouldn't you? :twisted:


That would explain SO much.


Thanks Lesley - enjoying this as usual!
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Wed Jul 16, 2008 2:21 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley
Author:  MaryR [ Wed Jul 16, 2008 2:53 pm ]
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Saturday afternoon? Same day as Hilda's surgery? That should all keep you busy keeping us guessing, Lesley! :shock:

Thank you.
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Jul 16, 2008 3:11 pm ]
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Hmm, perhaps Lesley is a career criminal, not an OH specialist.
Author:  Pat [ Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:37 pm ]
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MaryR wrote:
Saturday afternoon? Same day as Hilda's surgery? That should all keep you busy keeping us guessing, Lesley! :shock:

Thank you.


Good excuse to keep bouncing from one place to another! :wink:

May we please have some more?
Author:  Carolyn P [ Wed Jul 16, 2008 9:50 pm ]
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I do get very concerned when I consider just what Lesley would be able to plot in rl!
Author:  Lesley [ Fri Jul 18, 2008 8:21 pm ]
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Apologies for the time taken - this was rather difficult to write.

Late on Wednesday afternoon Hilda had another visitor, Nurse Bartlett opened the door and spoke to her,

“Miss Annersley? Mrs Russell to see you.”

“Thank you Nurse,” Hilda replied, she looked across at Madge and smiled, “good afternoon Madge, it’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?”

Madge waited until the Nurse had left the room before replying, “I’m not here about the weather, Hilda,” she said somewhat abruptly.

Hilda looked closely into the other woman’s eyes before replying, “No, I can see that. Won’t you have a seat?” she indicated the chair opposite her. “What can I do for you?”

Madge walked across and sat in the chair indicated and looked over at the slim woman in front of her, “I’m aware of the fact that you are having surgery on Saturday, Hilda,” she said quickly, “and the reason why. I am, of course, hoping and praying that everything will go well for you.”

“Thank you, but?” Hilda said knowingly.

“But,” Madge took a deep breath, “I have, of course, read my emails, including a specific one from you - I’m sure you remember it? The one telling me that you had disregarded my instructions with reference to recruitment. That, even though I had emphasised to you, face-to-face in your Study, that there was to be no recruitment at this time, you had gone ahead and appointed five permanent members of the domestic staff. Had even by-passed Human Resources by bringing an outsider in to draw up the contracts.”

“Not an outsider,” Hilda said quietly, “Rachael was employed by RCS Industries until the birth of her eldest son.”

“But she is no longer employed by me,” Madge returned angrily, “and you have brought these staff in directly as employees of the School, not RCS Industries.”

Hilda nodded, “I have, I needed those staff, Madge, I told you that some weeks ago. In the intervening time the need for them has, if anything, increased. The School has the funds to employ them therefore, for the sake of the School, I had to find a way to increase numbers.”

“Even though you knew I had expressly forbidden it?”

“Even though.”

“You take too much upon yourself, Hilda.”

“I have the responsibility, Madge,” Hilda replied firmly, “it’s not something I carry lightly. Now I tried to make you understand just how damaging your policy was, how divisive, but you refused to acknowledge my viewpoint. I apologise for upsetting you by disregarding your instructions but I will not apologise for recruiting those five people. The smooth running of the Real Chalet School depends upon the goodwill of all its Staff, Madge - had I not taken that action then I would have lost a great deal of that goodwill.”

Madge Russell sat in silence for some seconds after Hilda’s response, eventually she rose, shaking her head, “I can’t forgive this, Hilda,” she said quietly, “your disloyalty toward me - I thought we were friends?”

“We are friends, Madge,” Hilda replied, “but I have a responsibility and a loyalty toward my Staff - all my Staff, not just the teaching staff.”

Madge shook her head again, “First Nell, now you,” she said quietly, “you’ve changed, Hilda - since coming to this world - you’re not the same person.”

Hilda took a deep breath and gazed across, she sighed, “If I have changed, Madge, it’s only that here I’m allowed to be myself. I’m really sorry that you seem to see that as a bad thing,” she paused then added, “I think you’d better leave, this is hardly the time or place to be discussing this subject.”

Madge nodded, her expression as sad as Hilda’s, “Yes, we will need to discuss this further, however, once you have recovered from your surgery.”

“Fine,” Hilda replied, she watched as Madge walked across to the door and opened it. As she was about to walk through she turned back,

“I er, I sincerely hope that everything goes well on Saturday, Hilda, please don’t doubt that.”

“I don’t,” Hilda replied quietly, “thank you Madge.”
Author:  Carolyn P [ Fri Jul 18, 2008 8:27 pm ]
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Ohhhhh...things are progressing as I suspect...hmmm...now just how far and why...I still have some things to work out before I discover I am completely wrong anyway!
Author:  Sugar [ Fri Jul 18, 2008 8:36 pm ]
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ARGH I could quite happily smack Madge into the middle of next week!

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Pat [ Fri Jul 18, 2008 8:37 pm ]
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That is definitely not the normal Madge. Looking forward to seeing what has caused the change.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Fri Jul 18, 2008 8:47 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley - I think . . . wondering too what has made Madge act this way.

[Sudden thought - is this one a cloned imposter? Is the real Madge imprisoned somewhere :shock: :shock: ]
Author:  Ruth B [ Fri Jul 18, 2008 8:53 pm ]
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First Nell and now you


That's telling.
Author:  Elder in Ontario [ Fri Jul 18, 2008 10:00 pm ]
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Just one word - ouch!!!!
Author:  Tara [ Sat Jul 19, 2008 12:53 am ]
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Madge feels completely betrayed, doesn't she. Nell has physically left her, Hilda has separated herself psychologically by ignoring her wishes ... strikes me she's a frightened and lonely woman. The recruitment freeze itself must mean that things aren't that rosy with RCS Industries, too. Hilda and Nell have adapted to the new world, Madge seems unable to.
None of which is any excuse for bothering Hilda with all this just at this precise moment! Hilda seems to be coping with her usual calmness, and at least Madge's last comment means she still cares.

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Sugar [ Sat Jul 19, 2008 11:05 pm ]
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Lesley could we have some more? Please? Maybe?
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sun Jul 20, 2008 6:45 am ]
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Madge's timing could have been better but she's still not revealing why she's being so stupid about hiring new staff. Hope Hilda's op goes well
Author:  abbeygirl [ Sun Jul 20, 2008 11:23 am ]
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Just trying to think if there is anyone that I don't need to worry about at the moment... Talk about a master juggler...
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Jul 20, 2008 2:12 pm ]
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Disclaimer - I am not intending to point a finger at any particular University here. Only at policies that appear to be universal.

Events moved on for the rest of the week, though not without some incident; at Monash University Nell Wilson sat in her office listening to the Dean trying to explain certain policies and procedures, she sighed,

“Yes, well I see the need, and wish, for Monash to recruit overseas students,” she said, “after all they pay a great deal for the opportunity to study here, but what I cannot understand is some of these figures,” she pointed to some papers on her desk, “look at these, less than half those students from overseas last year managed to produce legible essays, half of them don’t even make sense. This is students that had been studying for three or four years, these were their last essays before their final exams - I wouldn’t have passed these essays when I was still teaching school children - yet all of these went on to take their Finals. How did they pass?”

Ted Hanley said nothing, just looked down at the floor, he seemed acutely embarrassed about something, eventually he spoke, “I don’t know, Nell, I know that a number of the lecturers and professors have said that the standards for some overseas students is very low.”

“Low? The standard is practically none existent,” Nell returned, “I have a five year old grandson who could produce better - and who has better handwriting - why haven’t these students been picked up before? And, if necessary told to leave?”

“Oh we couldn’t do that, Nell,” Hanley looked shocked, “these students have paid the University so they are entitled to remain.”

Nell shook her head, “No, Ted, not if their standard is not high enough - the fact they have paid is not a suitable reason - the very least we should do is recommend they repeat the year - and that only if we felt they were actually trying. When I was Deputy Head at the Real Chalet School there were always one or two girls who didn’t make the grade - if they had tried hard then a letter went home to their parents recommending they repeat the year, if they had not tried a letter went home regretting that there would not be room for them at the School.”

“No, Nell, we can’t do that,” Hanley replied quickly.

“Why not, it’s in the policy for overseas students - it’s not something that would be a shock to them.”

“Well, yes, it’s in the policy,” Ted admitted, “but the university’s unofficial policy is that overseas students are not failed or placed back a year - it’s not thought to project a good image - the countries involved might not want to send their students here any longer.”

Nell shook her head, “But by taking no action we, the University that is, are allowing people to attend when, in fact, they do not have the correct qualifications and aptitude - that’s not only dishonest it’s extremely unfair to our home students - all of whom have to comply with stringent rules.”

Ted Hanley spread his arms wide, “I’m sorry Nell, that’s the policy.”

“Where?” Nell demanded, “show me where in the University policies and procedures this is written down, Ted.”

“It’s an unwritten policy, Nell,” Ted Hanley replied with a smile, “it’s something that’s come down from the top.”

“Well if it’s that important then it should be a policy, Ted,” Nell returned angrily, “so that it can be seen and judged by all and so that it is fair to all. As it is the way it’s applied means that we have no way of knowing if those students that are awarded degrees have actually deserved them, do we?”

“It’s still possible to know the good, the exceptional students, Nell,” Ted said in an attempt to placate the Chemistry Head of School, “you were one of those.”

“Was I?” Nell asked, “Yet how would I know for certain when you’ve just admitted that no overseas student will be failed? It’s no use, Ted, I’ve made up my mind - in future all overseas students wishing to study Chemistry will be required to take an entrance examination here, under examination conditions, prior to starting their course.”

“But they already have to submit evidence of their competence before being offered a place.”

Nell glared across at the Dean, “And that is obviously open to abuse, isn’t it? At least it is in the case of some of these papers - all students are supposed to have attained a high level of competence in both written and spoken English, Ted, they all would have provided proof of that before starting here - some of these papers show that proof wasn’t worth the paper it was copied on.”
Author:  Jennie [ Sun Jul 20, 2008 2:35 pm ]
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Strong words from Nell, and Madge is clearly in a nasty mood.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sun Jul 20, 2008 2:55 pm ]
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That's an interesting point raised by Nell. A couple of years ago SLOC and I had a Zimbabweean student live with us for 6 months and she said some of the exact same things that a lot come without decent written or verbal English. It can make it hard for the ones who do and there doesn't seem to be a lot of help for them. If its an unwritten policy to pass them, then there should be more and better supports
Author:  abbeybufo [ Sun Jul 20, 2008 2:58 pm ]
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Seems fairly common, sadly - doesn't really do anyone any favours :(

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Jennie [ Sun Jul 20, 2008 3:03 pm ]
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Apropos of this, if so many pupils do well at KS3 in English, and, we are told, standards are rising, why do so many candidates for GCSE English Literature display an inability to write a grammatical sentence, and spell and punctuate properly?

A lot of candidates cannot even spell the names of the authors of the texts, and these are printed in bold letters on the exam papers.
Author:  MaryR [ Sun Jul 20, 2008 7:42 pm ]
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Unfortunately, what Nell is experiencing is much in the papers at the moment. And she's not going to get far in her campaign without the agreement of the university, I wouldn't have thought. Will she walk out in disgust?

Meanwhile, who's watching the shop, while Hilda's out of action and Madge is on the rampage? :shock:

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Sugar [ Sun Jul 20, 2008 8:13 pm ]
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Nell has a very good point.

There is a chinese guy on my current course who has real language issues and more worryingly no grasp of the basics for the subject. Someone suggested he was given an easy ride because he's chinese and nearly got eaten! I know unis get a good rep for having international students and things. They received extra funding when I did my BSc but that's different: I'm an untapped genuis! :wink:

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Tara [ Mon Jul 21, 2008 12:01 am ]
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Nell's strict standards of honesty and fairness certainly won't sit easily with such 'unofficial' policies. I wonder how long she's going to be able to bear to work like that; she won't accept it meekly and is sure to make rather large waves.

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Jul 22, 2008 10:29 pm ]
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Some time later saw Nell Wilson alone in her office working through some papers and files. The discussion with Ted Hanley had not ended satisfactorily. Although Ted had admitted that, as Head of the School, Nell had a perfect right to set entry criteria, he also confirmed that the university could overrule these criteria if it was felt too rigid. Nell was, understandably, somewhat angry at the less than enthusiastic backing from her manager. Realising that she was not in a suitable mood to deal with problems she spent a few seconds instructing her secretary Gemma to hold all calls and stop all visitors and tried to work through her temper. After about thirty minutes she felt calm enough to call the Real Hospital to speak with Hilda and ask if her friend wanted her to bring anything in when she visited that night. Unfortunately, for Nell, instead of the calm voice of Hilda Annersley answering the call, a young unknown voice spoke solely to say that the patient was having some tests done and could not come to the phone. The person, whoever they were, would not tell Nell any more details nor even take a message leaving her frustrated, worried and more than a little angry. This was probably not a good time for the door to her Office to suddenly be thrown back and an irate voice state,

“I don’t care what she has said, I need to speak with her now!”

Nell glared at the open doorway to see two figures there, one, Gemma, very apologetically attempting, without success, to prevent the second figure, that of Professor Birch, from entering the room. She looked across.

“Nell, I’m sorry, I tried to tell the Professor that you didn’t want to be disturbed but…”

“But I insisted on seeing you now,” Birch continued.

Nell felt her temper beginning to rise and clamped down hard, “That’s alright, Gemma,” she said, her voice glacially calm, “I cannot expect you to stop those too ignorant to conform to even the slightest degree of common courtesy. Please return to your own work, I will deal with this intrusion.”

Even though the barb had not been intended for her Gemma winced in sympathy, nodding quickly she withdrew and closed the office door behind her.

In the office Birch had flushed at Nell Wilson’s words and for a moment appeared to be at a loss for words, she swallowed quickly a few times before rallying, “Is this piece of stupidity yours?” she demanded, thrusting a copy of an email beneath Nell’s nose.

Nell swiftly read through the missive, “Considering that it has my name on it,” she said drily, “and my signature at the bottom, I think we can safely assume that it came from me, Professor. As to its content – ensuring that the staff, professors and lecturers, are actually able to teach their subject is hardly stupidity, is it? Annual appraisals are a part of your contract Professor Birch.”

“Professor Hanley never…”

“I am not Ted Hanley,” Nell shot back, her attempt at calm sorely tested, “and I will not give anyone a passing grade unless I am certain that they deserve it. Get used to it, Professor,” Nell returned to her papers, adding quickly, “and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

There was a stunned silence and then the other woman turned and stalked out, only just managing not to slam the door behind her. In her office Nell took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm down but found herself quietly fuming even as she continued to fill in forms and answer correspondence. The telephone ringing was the last straw,

“I said I was to be undisturbed, who the Hell is it?”

The person on the other end of the phone was not Gemma, instead a very placid voice remarked, “Ah, you’ve lost your temper, Nell, I’ll call back when you’ve calmed down…”

“Hilda? No, don’t go!”

Nell was certain she could hear the chuckle in her friend’s voice, “Why? Did you want to shout at me some more?”

“Yes…no,” Nell swallowed quickly then attempted to attack, “Where on Earth were you, anyway? I called not five minutes ago and some snit of a girl said you were having tests, wouldn’t even take a message or anything.”

“Well if you were addressing her in this way I’m not surprised,” Hilda returned, “as it was she did pass on a message - or at last a partial message. Namely that an extremely angry English woman, with the same accent as my own, had tried to contact me. It wasn’t really that difficult to work out her identity,” Hilda’s voice definitely had amusement in it now.

“What tests?” Nell asked quietly.

“A bone scan, Nell,” Hilda returned, her voice now far more serious, “Emily said she needed to know, before the surgery, whether there were any other signs.”

Nell swallowed quickly, “And? What did they say?”

“The results have to be seen by the Consultant,” Hilda replied, “but are thought to show no evidence of any problems in the skeleton,” she paused for a moment and both women took deep breaths, then added, “now, did you want to speak to me about anything in particular, Nell? Or just needed someone on whom to vent your spleen?”

“Bit of both, really,” Nell confessed, already feeling far calmer in herself, “wanted to know if you needed me to bring anything in tonight?”

“Something to read please,” Hilda returned quickly.

Nell laughed and relaxed still further, “I should have placed money on that being your response, anything in particular?”

“The book by my bed - The Boy in Stripped Pyjamas - I know it’s rather harrowing but I need something to remind me that others had a far more difficult life.”

“And what else? I would advise something funny to counter the other.”

“You’d better bring along my copy of The Importance of being Ernest, then, that always makes me laugh.”

“Fine, I’ll see you tonight then. Thanks Hilda,” Nell replaced the receiver and smiled to herself, reflecting that no one else was able to pull her out of a bad mood so quickly. She took a deep breath and shook her head, “I’ve got to speak to her,” she murmured to herself,” she rose from her chair and headed for the door.
Author:  wheelchairprincess [ Tue Jul 22, 2008 10:43 pm ]
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Got to speak to who? *settles in to wait weeks for the answer to that question.*

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Sugar [ Tue Jul 22, 2008 10:51 pm ]
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Lesley........what are you trying to do to Hilda??

I'm assuming you meant she had a radionuclide scan as opposed to a densitometry? (although that might be fun given that Hildas meant to be 102 or something!)
Author:  Tara [ Tue Jul 22, 2008 11:46 pm ]
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Half amused and half impressed by the fact that, even under present circumstances, Hilda retains both her sense of humour and the tranquillity of mind that is the only thing that can calm Nell's turbulence.
Nell will have to get a bit of a grip, though, she can't let bad temper, however justified, control her interactions with her colleagues - or stop her dealing with problems. Being rude to Prof Birch, though tempting, really isn't going to help!

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Wed Jul 23, 2008 1:41 am ]
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But then Professor Birch was being extremely ignorant and stupid so maybe Nell's sarcasm will pull her in line and stop wasting time. I'm sorry for the rant but that is a pet peeve of mind of people just not using their common sense.

Glad Hilda was able to settle Nell down a bit and that the bone scan went okay
Author:  Miriam [ Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:24 pm ]
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wheelchairprincess wrote:
Got to speak to who? *settles in to wait weeks for the answer to that question.*

Thanks Lesley


Prusumably now she has recovered her temper, she needs to go and apologize to Prof Birch for being so rude - though she still needs to be politely clear that her original e-mail stands. It seems that a large reserve of tact may be called for. :?
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:55 pm ]
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A short time later Nell was knocking on an office door, at the impatient ‘Come in!” from inside she opened the door and looked in at the only occupant,

“May I come in, Professor?”

Diane Birch, sat behind her desk, looked across, “Have you come to add to your insults?” she asked angrily.

Nell shook her head, “No,” she said, “I’ve come to apologise. I shouldn’t have said what I did just now.”

Birch glared at Nell for some seconds then nodded slightly, “You’d better have a seat then,” she said, Nell did so and there was a short pause before Birch continued, “So, you’re going to apologise for what you said then?”

“Yes…at least, I’m going to apologise for the way I said it,” Nell qualified, “and I’m going to apologise for calling you ignorant. While I stand by my decision to go ahead with the appraisals, the way that I answered you was both unacceptable and wrong - I’m sorry.”

There was a pause then Birch slowly nodded again, “Apology accepted,” she said, “and I think I owe you one as well - I had no right barging in when you had said you didn’t want to be disturbed. I’d have been livid if someone had done that to me, I’m sorry.”

“Fine, I won’t say it’ll not happen again, Professor, but I’ll try to restrain myself.”

The slightest hint of a smile crossed the Chemist’s face as she replied, “It’s not always easy when you have a short fuse, I have the same problem on occasion. I would imagine that you had a formidable reputation as a teacher?”

Nell smiled slightly, “Yes, very few of the children wanted to be sent to me twice.”

“The most feared teacher in the School?”

Nell smiled, “One of them, but only if they’d misbehaved,” she said, “the rest of the time I tried to be fair.”

“Yes,” Birch said thoughtfully, she looked down at her desk for a moment before continuing, “I heard about what you said to Ted Hanley - about some overseas students - you’re quite right, the current policy is dreadful. I would back you about that.”

“Thank you,” Nell said quietly, her smile widened and she added, “but I’m still going to sit in on your lectures to assess you teaching.”

Birch’s brows darkened slightly but then she surprised Nell by smiling widely, “Alright Teacher, sit in on my lectures, but if you have criticism I want to be able to sit in on a lecture given by you - so I can see how it’s done.”

Nell nodded, “You’re on,” she said, she looked at her watch, “now, if you’ll excuse me? I have to finish some work, I’m leaving early today.”

“You’ve been leaving early all week,” Birch observed, her voice non-threatening, “it’s been noticed because until now you’ve worked long hours.”

Nell nodded, “Yes, a friend is in hospital at the moment, I’m visiting her.”

“Is she…?”

“She’ll be having surgery on Saturday,” Nell said quietly, “as you can imagine it’s a worrying time.”

“Yes, it’s not always possible to leave these things at home," Birch said sympathetically, “is she a close friend”

“Far more than that,” Nell replied, “she’s my housemate, my…” she stopped, swallowed hard, “Sorry,” she said gruffly, “not used to baring my soul.”

“Especially not to someone that, less than an hour ago, you called ignorant and ordered out of your office?” Birch smiled slightly.

Nell nodded, “Yes.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Birch continued, “it’s none of my business - but it can sometimes help talking to someone rather divorced from the situation - my sister-in-law is a counsellor, she’s always telling her clients that.”

“Thanks,” Nell nodded, “not a lot to say just, she and I are a partnership, I can’t even begin to imagine what I’d do if she…”

“The surgery?”

“Cancer, bowel cancer.”

“Ah,” Birch thought for a few seconds then added, “I cannot possibly know how you feel but I can empathise - when I was at school there was only one teacher that actually encouraged me in my ambitions to learn chemistry.”

Nell looked puzzled at the change in subject, “Oh?”

Birch nodded, “Yes, my Chemistry teacher, Mr Maskell, he was the one who encouraged me, helped me, he even managed to persuade my parents that I should go to university to study. We kept in touch after I went off to Uni, exchanged cards and letters. Strictly a platonic friendship, no more.”

Nell nodded.

“I went to England to study at Oxford for my PhD,” Birch continued, “the first of my two PhD’s, that is,” she looked across at Nell with a slight challenge in her expression, Nell smiled, recognising the challenge, but said nothing. “It was when I was in my second year that I received an urgent message from Helen, his wife. Ray had been diagnosed with bowel cancer, he was forty-four years old.”

“I’m really sorry,” Nell said softly, “that must have been devastating. It’s all I keep thinking about.”

“Not quite,” Birch replied, “because, in two weeks time, I’ll be attending his seventieth birthday party - you see it’s not always bad news, Nell.”

Nell could feel hope start to charge through her veins, she smiled, “Thank you Diane.”
Author:  Nell [ Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:03 pm ]
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Well done Professor Birch! And Nell for recognising the need to apologise and doing so.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Carolyn P [ Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:19 pm ]
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Beginnings of a friendship?
Author:  Pat [ Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:19 pm ]
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That was great. It could be the start of a good friendship there. thanks Lesley.
Author:  MHE [ Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:22 pm ]
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Agrees with Pat.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Elder in Ontario [ Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:25 pm ]
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It was good to see that both of them recognised the need for apologies - this could indeed be the start of a promising collegial friendship. And I'm quite sure that Diana's comment about her friend'was just the sort of positive experience Nell needed to hear at this point.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:27 pm ]
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Excellent!
Thanks Lesley :D
Author:  Tara [ Thu Jul 24, 2008 12:43 am ]
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Nell has always been more than willing to acknowledge her mistakes - it's one reason why we love her! It has certainly paid dividends this time. Not only does she now have a much better relationship with Prof Birch, but Diane (the most unlikely of people) has been able to be a real support and comfort. Those two would make a formidable pair if they started working together, wouldn't they.

Lovely, Lesley, thanks.
Author:  keren [ Thu Jul 24, 2008 7:22 am ]
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Yes,
they can be friends.
This will be interesting
It seems their characters are simliar
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Jul 24, 2008 7:43 pm ]
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Hopefully it will be the start of a good friendship - as long as Diane doesn't read Nell's and Hilda's friendship wrong. Nell was incoherent and possibly saying more, and less, than she meant there. And it's not the first time. But - it's modern times so....

Poor Nell, feeling so hopeless about Hilda and trying to keep it from her. This is just what she needed to hear.

Thanks, Lesley
Author:  Gem [ Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:15 pm ]
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Oh, how lovely! Glad to see that they're getting on better. They are both very alike. Should be interesting to see how this friendship pans out...
Author:  Torri [ Sat Jul 26, 2008 2:34 am ]
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Lovely, Lesley, thank you.
Author:  Lesley [ Sat Jul 26, 2008 2:49 pm ]
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Be warned - rather nasty!

Saturdays in prison were slightly less stressful than the rest of the week; apart from the Kitchens, Hospital and Farms no inmate was expected to work. Inmates working in those areas could chose to work overtime and many did - especially those studying for qualifications in catering, medicine or agriculture. For the rest though, other than those in Solitary, Saturdays in particular were very calm; there were no cell inspections, no mandatory attendance for any meal. The routine prisoner counts continued but otherwise inmates were free to stay in their cells, use the facilities in the Wing or gym or go out to the courtyard. Most weekends there were tournaments and games arranged by the PT Officers but there was no coercion to take part.

This particular Saturday saw a number of the women taking part in an inter-Wing netball tournament. There was a great deal of interest in the result and a significant increase in the amount of wagers placed on the outcome. For some of North Wing, however, the tournament did not hold any interest as they had other plans. The inmates accessed the courtyard, where there were playing fields marked out and places to sit under trees, via corridors from the Wings. Some of the main Gates used were manned by Prison Officers however other Gates were used only infrequently and therefore were not manned. One of these was a gate leading to the courtyard where huge waste skips were kept prior to being removed from the prison by contractors. Co-incidentally it was also next door to the corridor leading to the Hospital and Segregation Wing. With most inmates enjoying the sunshine and watching the tournament it was comparatively easy for Butcher and some of her firm to slip across to this gate and, after checking that no-one was watching, swiftly open it and move through.

The four women moved quickly across to the other gate and into the corridor; at the next gate, the one leading to the Seg Wing they stopped and waited, checking their watches, precisely on time an inmate from the Seg Wing appeared to give them the ‘all clear’ and Butcher opened the gate - they were in! The woman that had helped then turned to Butcher,

“I can come back to the Main Prison now?”

Butcher nodded, “You can - the women will know not to touch you. But you grass again Gammon and you won’t get the chance to run to the screws, you understand?”

“I understand,” Gammon nodded, “I’ll get Tate, shall I?”

“Wait ‘til we’re ready.”

Gammon showed Butcher and the others to Tate’s cell then went off to give a message to the woman. All those who were able were outside so it was a few minutes before Tate appeared. A thin woman in her mid-twenties, Tate had streaked blond hair and a dark tanned skin, she was frowning as she entered the cell, speaking half to her self she began,

“So who wants to see me then? I was working on my tan…”

“That’ll have to wait,” Butcher said softly, appearing from the shower alcove, “we’ve got some business to discuss.”

Tate’s eyes widened and she backed away, try to reach the door however Grant and Chapman stood in her way. As she realised this she made an effort to reach the emergency buzzer on the wall but Rees stopped her. Butcher nodded slightly,

“Hold her, silence her!” she ordered, her voice expressionless.

Tate struggled but had no chance, within seconds Grant and Chapman had hustled her into the cell, her arms twisted painfully up her back. As she attempted to scream Rees gagged her. The three women pulled the helpless woman onto her bunk and held her there. Butcher made time to quickly order Gammon to keep watch for screws before strolling across to gaze down at Tate.

“Did you think you were safe in here, Tate?” she asked conversationally, “Did you think you would just swam through your sentence improving your tan? No, that’s not going to happen. See I don’t like women who hurt their kids, neither do these three,” she pointed, “Rees there has a five year old little girl being looked after by her gran, so she’s really upset. And Grant and Chapman both have kid brothers and sisters,” she turned away slightly then turned back, “Oh and by the way, my name’s Butcher.”

At this Tate redoubled her efforts to escape but to no avail. Butcher pulled a hand towel from the rail and placed it round Tate’s throat. She then gently squeezed the woman’s throat before nodding for Rees to remove the gag,

“Anything to say?”

Tate attempted to scream for help but found that Butcher’s actions made this impossible, instead she was barely able to whisper, “I didn’t mean it, I swear, the psychs say so - I’ve got medical problem, addiction, to booze and crack. I need help.”

Butcher shook her head, “No, your lad needed help, Tate,” she replied, “he relied on you for help and you abandoned him. Don’t give me that bullsh*t about addiction - did anyone force you to take drugs? Force you to drink? No, you chose to do it. Knowing you had a three year old relying on you. You knew you couldn’t handle it yet you did nothing about arranging for your kid to have proper care. Don’t you dare try and hide behind that addiction cr*p - if you couldn‘t seek help for it, couldn‘t arrange childcare then you‘ve no excuse.”

“No, please, I’ll change, I’m going on the addiction programme.”

“Too little, too late, Tate,” Butcher returned, “though you’re quite right, you are going to come off the drugs - because no one is going to sell you anything in here, you understand? No drugs, no booze, not even cigarettes. And don’t think you’re be able to buy any from the shop or get them from visitors - because I’ll see to it that you never get to smoke them.”

Grant laughed, “She’ll finish her sentence clean and sober - first time in her life.”

“If she makes it,” Rees added, “I’ve heard withdrawal symptoms from crack are fierce.”

“No, no pleas…” Tate’s plea was silenced by Butcher stuffing the gag back into her mouth. Butcher replaced the towel then caught Chapman looking across with a question,

“What?”

“Why the towel, Butcher?”

“No bruising or fingerprints to the throat.”

“Sweet.”

Rees looked across, “So, what about her? I mean we going to leave it like that?”

Butcher shook her head, “Hell no, after what she put her kid through? I think she needs rather more of a lesson than that. Alright girls,” Butcher addressed her three women, “no breaks, nothing that the screws’ll see so not the face or arms and try not to have too much blood either.”

“But pain, right?” Rees said quickly.

Butcher nodded, “Oh yes, lots of pain and lots of bruises, take your time, make sure you all get a crack at her - we want her to remember us, don‘t we?”

“What about you, Butcher?”

“Maybe, once you’ve finished with her - remember, we can always come back again, can’t we?” She moved closer to stare into Tate’s eyes, “Oh and Tate, if you tell the screws we’ve been here then you’ll not survive the week, am I clear? Now, I’ll keep an eye out for screws, so make sure you all get a turn,” she grinned then added, “and enjoy yourselves.”

The other three all grinned back at their leader then brought their attention back on their prisoner. Tate was held immobile by Grant and Chapman and had her mouth gagged so she couldn’t cry for help. She watched the advance of Rees with terror filled eyes. At the door Butcher kept an eye on the corridor, watching for a signal from Gammon in the event of a screw being spotted. She gazed across with an impassive expression as the assault on Tate started, then reached into her pocket to retrieve an apple left over from lunchtime. As the attack continued she calmly ate the fruit.
Author:  Sugar [ Sat Jul 26, 2008 4:38 pm ]
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Ouch! Saying that she deserves it. Nasty piece of work and at least Butcher isn't breaking every bone in her body.

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Carolyn P [ Sat Jul 26, 2008 8:12 pm ]
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We knew it was coming, but even so it was hard reading. Well done Lesley.
Author:  Tara [ Sun Jul 27, 2008 12:36 am ]
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That was, as you warned, Lesley, really difficult to read, mainly because of the truly chilling enjoyment of the violence. Not the answer. Ever. Under any circumstances. Butcher's gone down in my estimation. Now the forcible prevention of access to drugs etc, though extremely nasty, would at least have some positive outcomes and is a punishment to fit the crime.

I wonder what Geri's reaction to this will be?

Also wonders if Lesley has nightmares! Powerful writing.
Author:  MaryR [ Sun Jul 27, 2008 7:40 pm ]
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Chilling.... :cry:
Author:  abbeybufo [ Sun Jul 27, 2008 8:04 pm ]
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It makes us realise that Butcher is still a dangerous criminal, even though we like her so much. One can see that she views this as restorative justice, but oh dear!

I guess this was hard to write, Lesley - thanks for not ducking the issue :kiss:
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:50 pm ]
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Hilda’s surgery was also scheduled for Saturday; originally it was for the morning however this had to be put back until the afternoon due to an emergency. Nell Wilson had sat with Hilda during the long morning, telling her about what had happened at the University. Hilda was pleased to hear that Professor Birch had started to thaw slightly and suggested asking her to dinner one evening. When the nurse appeared with Hilda’s pre-med she made Nell promise she would go home and stop worrying. It was a promise Nell was unable to keep. The surgery took some time and Hilda was in Recovery quite a while so that, by the time she returned to the ward it was nearly eight pm. Nell had spent the intervening hours pacing up and down in the hospital grounds; unable to settle, unable to go home, just waiting. She had been joined by Cherry, Shane and Robbie, although Robbie, at least, was not aware of the seriousness of the situation. He knew only that Grandma Hilda was ‘having operashun’.

When Barbara Henschell, who had deliberately remained on duty, came out to where the four were waiting Nell pounced upon her,

“Well? Is she alright?”

Barbara smiled, “She’s very sleepy and she’s been sick a few times because of the anaesthetic,” she began, “however the operation seems to have gone well - Emily said she would be in tomorrow to tell Hilda about it - no point telling her now she won’t remember. She told me to tell you that you were not to worry, though.”

“You mean it’s all…?”

Barbara smiled sympathetically, “That’s all she would say, Nell,” she said quietly, “she believes Hilda has the right to know first - just that you weren’t to worry, alright?”

Nell sighed, “I suppose so, she should be first, can I see her?”

Barbara’s eyes twinkled at the sentence but she was very good and only slightly emphasised her reply, “Of course you may, Nell,” she looked down on feeling a tug on her skirt, “yes Robbie?”

“I want to see Grandma Hilda too, pease.”

Barbara nodded, “For a few minutes, Robbie,” she said, “but you must be very quiet and not disturb your grandma, alright?”

“Okay.”

In a single room close to the Nurses’ Station Hilda Annersley lay in bed, propped up by a number of pillows. Her face was very pale and there were dark shadows under her eyes, although this was not immediately apparent as she had a mask over her nose and mouth giving her oxygen. Her eyes were currently closed as she slept off the effects of the anaesthetic. There was a blood transfusion dripping into one arm and a bag of clear fluid with Dextrose/Saline stencilled on the side dripping into her other arm. Clear tubing leading to her stomach entered her nose and was taped to one cheek while a wound drain bottle hung on the side of the bed. A catheter bag hung beside it.

Nell surveyed the scene on first being shown to Hilda’s room, she turned to the Matron, “You sure you’ve not missed somewhere for a tube?” she asked sarcastically.

Barbara did not respond, instead she moved across to lay a hand on Hilda’s shoulder, “Hilda, you have guests.”

Hilda’s eyes slowly opened and she looked over toward the door, her eyes lighting up as she saw Nell, her voice was a little muffled through the mask as she spoke,

“I’m not really dressed for visitors.”

Nell moved forward and reached for a hand, “No and you should be ashamed of yourself - what sort of example is this? Still in bed when you should be getting ready for dinner?”

Hilda’s face took on a distinctly greenish cast at the mention of food and she bit her lip, “You’ll have to make my apologies, Nell,” she said, her voice left rather harsh following the anaesthetic.

Nell leant down to quickly kiss Hilda’s cheek, “No change there then,” she said gruffly, “I’m forever having to apologise for you.”
Author:  Sugar [ Sun Jul 27, 2008 11:10 pm ]
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Glad Hilda has come through the "Operashun" OK. Hopefully Nell will be able to relax now, lovely interplay between them.

Thanks Lesley

(edited cos I can't spell Lesley!)
Author:  Tara [ Mon Jul 28, 2008 12:20 am ]
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Oh dear, I lived through every second of that with them! Poor Hilda, having to endure the long drawn out morning, but at least Nell was able to be with her - and it was lovely that, even then, Hilda was making plans for the future.
I so felt for Nell, spending her day in restless anguish, and the description of post-operative Hilda had me hiding my head (not a medical person, I'm afraid :oops: ), but Hilda was certainly keeping her end up in the delightful conversation with Nell. That was lovely, but the sentence that remains with me is the simple:
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It was a promise Nell was unable to keep.

Thank you, Lesley, very moving.
Author:  Carolyn P [ Mon Jul 28, 2008 9:02 am ]
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That was lovely.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Mon Jul 28, 2008 5:30 pm ]
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Thank you Lesley - at least Hilda's through that stage - poor Nell - it's always hard being the one who's waiting for news
Author:  Lesley [ Tue Jul 29, 2008 4:40 pm ]
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When Hilda Annersley awoke the following morning she took some time to assess her condition. The oxygen mask had been removed sometime during the night, though she could not remember when – this surprised her as she had wondered if she had managed to get any sleep at all with the number of times the nurses had disturbed her. She looked up at the two drips running into her arms; she estimated it was probably the third unit of blood going through now, whilst the clear fluid seemed to be dripping in even faster. Hilda attempted to shift position slightly and froze as pain rippled across her abdomen, she tried taking a deep breath but realised that caused just as much pain so settled instead for just taking a few quick shallow breaths to try to ease the pain. As she opened her eyes again the door to her room quietly opened and a figure crept in,

“You look terrible,” Hilda’s comment was somewhat less than polite. Nell Wilson raised an eyebrow,

“I believe the term ‘pot calling kettle black’ springs to mind here,” she said drily.

“Perhaps,” Hilda agreed, “but at least I have a reason, I’ve just had major surgery. What’s your excuse?”

Nell’s glance moved round toward a chair placed beside Hilda’s bed, “Well possibly spending the night sitting there and watching you had something to do with it,” she said.

Hilda frowned, “You were here all night, but why?”

“I had nothing better to do on a Saturday night, Hilda,” Nell replied with a hint of asperity, “why do you think?”

Hilda started to laugh then hissed as the pain redoubled; at that moment a nurse appeared, “Are you in pain, Miss Annersley?”

Hilda nodded, biting down on her lip, Nell reached forward and clasped one hand then winced at the strength of the grip from her friend,

“I’d say quite a lot of pain, Nurse,” she said.

The nurse nodded and disappeared to return with the Ward Sister carrying a tray with a syringe upon it, Nell gently disengaged herself from Hilda’s grasp and left the room. She returned some fifteen or twenty minutes later to find her friend rather more comfortable; she had received an injection that was just starting to ease the pain and was also easing the nausea she had been experiencing. The two nurses had also taken the opportunity to give Hilda a bed bath and she was feeling slightly fresher.

“Alright?”

Hilda nodded, “I think so, did I hurt your hand?”

“I’ll survive,” Nell grinned, she took a sip from the coffee she had bought then looked over, “sorry I can’t let you have any of this,” she said, “but you’re Nil by Mouth.”

Hilda smiled very slightly, “You’re not sorry at all, Nell Wilson,” she said firmly, “you’re getting your own back for when after you were stabbed.”

“As if I’d do that,” Nell looked shocked but her grey eyes brimmed with amusement.

Hilda relaxed back on her pillows, “I managed to see,” she began, “when they changed my gown. I don’t think they’ve formed a stoma.”

“Meaning?”

Hilda took a deep breath, “Either that the cancer was fairly small and easy to remove, or it was what’s known as an ‘open and shut’ case.”
Author:  Sugar [ Tue Jul 29, 2008 5:03 pm ]
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Let's hope it was small and has been removed with no complications.

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Ruth B [ Tue Jul 29, 2008 6:20 pm ]
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I'm banking on the former given that Ms Hedges told Nell not to worry.
Author:  Chelsea [ Tue Jul 29, 2008 6:46 pm ]
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I vote for the first option please :mrgreen:

Thanks for the update Lesley
Author:  MaryR [ Tue Jul 29, 2008 7:17 pm ]
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Thank God for morphine pumps, which I had for 24 hours after my hysterectomy! Reckon Hilda could do with one! Pretty please, Lesley. :lol:

Love the by-play between them, concealing the deep love.
Author:  Tara [ Tue Jul 29, 2008 8:30 pm ]
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Another definite vote for the first option! And they were hoping to get away with not having to do a stoma, weren't they. It does show that Hilda still doesn't have much confidence in the reasonably optimistic prognosis, though. She's still preparing herself for the worst. Nell is obviously worried to death, too, despite the usual caustic wit. I do hope Ms Hedges can reassure them both (not to mention us!) quite soon.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Tue Jul 29, 2008 8:32 pm ]
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Thirding or fourthing - wherever we've got to - the vote for the first option.

*wibbles anyway*

Thanks Lesley
Author:  MHE [ Tue Jul 29, 2008 8:47 pm ]
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Puts a cross in the box opposite 1st option (have lost count of how many that is).

But worries anyway.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Jennie [ Wed Jul 30, 2008 1:40 pm ]
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I'm banking on Lesley not daring to kill either Hilda or Nell in these drabbles.
Author:  ibarhis [ Wed Jul 30, 2008 1:42 pm ]
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Jennie wrote:
I'm banking on Lesley not daring to kill either Hilda or Nell in these drabbles.


I sincerely hope you are right!
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Jul 30, 2008 7:40 pm ]
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You know, as I've said to people before, whether you feel I would kill off the characters or not doesn't actually matter. What matters is whether, in the story, the characters actually believe they are at risk.

“Well you’ll be pleased to know it was the former of your two choices, Hilda,” the voice from the door made both women look across to see Emily Hedges, the Consultant General Surgeon standing there, she walked into the room and smiled at the other two, “the cancer was quite small,” she continued, “so that, although I had to resect a certain amount of the ascending colon I was able to join the rest together. It may take a while - the bowel does not like being handled - but you should, by the end of the week, be able to drink and possibly eat once more.”

“Thank you Doctor,” Hilda said quietly.

Nell bit her lip, “What about chemotherapy? You said there was a chance?”

“I did, and I think we’ll go ahead with it,” Hedges replied, while there has been no indication of involvement in other organs and the lymph seem clear, I’d rather be safe than sorry. When you are recovered from the surgery, Hilda, I’ll bring Professor Howes along to speak to you - he’s our Senior Oncologist. For now though, rest, recover, the operation has gone well.”

“Can you do something about the pain, Emily?”

The Surgeon turned to look at the speaker in some surprise, “Is Hilda in pain, Nell? I understood she had just had an injection?”

Nell nodded, “She has, but I know Hilda Annersley, she won’t admit to being in pain until it’s unbearable - I wondered if you could write up that she’s to have regular jabs regardless of whether she’s asking or not.”

“You know I can speak for myself, Nell,” Hilda’s voice floated across.

“Yes, but you won’t will you?” Nell responded, “you’ll set your teeth and refuse to tell anyone you are in pain - and you’ve got a very high pain threshold, by the time you actually admit it most people would be screaming in agony.”

“Oh, she’s one of those?” Emily raised her eyes, “very well, I’ll write up analgesia regularly rather than prn, thanks for that Nell.”

After swiftly checking through the observations charts on the end of Hilda’s bed and examining her patient Emily Hedges left the room, promising to return the next day. Hilda glared across at her friend,

“I am an adult, Nell,” she said rather sharply.

Nell shook her head, “I know that, Hilda,” she said gently, “but you have always placed others’ comfort before your own. Just for once think of yourself, won’t you? If you are in pain you won’t heal, will you?”

Hilda glared for a few more seconds before shaking her head, “I hate it when you’re right,” she murmured, her eyes closing despite her best efforts.

Nell sat beside her friend, “Why don’t you get some more sleep?” she suggested, “You’ll still have the effects of the anaesthetic in you, and anyway sleep will aid healing.”

Hilda opened her eyes and looked across at her friend, “Only if you promise me that you will do the same?”

Nell smiled, “Alright, if that’s what it takes,” she sat there and watched until Hilda was sleeping then rose, intending, this time, to keep her promise by seeking her bed.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Wed Jul 30, 2008 8:13 pm ]
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Thank you Lesley - know exactly what you mean about the characters, but you do make us care about them, and worry about them :shock: - good that Hedges was able to take just a small piece out and join up again - and very good that Nell can now get some sleep too.
Author:  Tara [ Wed Jul 30, 2008 10:48 pm ]
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Yes, I can absolutely see Hilda gritting her teeth and pretending everything's all right until she's in (unnecessary) agony! Good for Nell - quite brave of her as well, given Hilda's likely reaction.
Very glad that the cancer was so treatable, but sorry Hilda will have to go down the chemo route. It also means she'll be out of action for a while, presumably, which will cause complications just at the moment.

Thanks, Lesley, they're really lovely together.
Author:  Carolyn P [ Thu Jul 31, 2008 10:02 am ]
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It's what the character's believe that then makes us believe it.

Lovely interplay between the 3 there, and glad that Nell insisted on pain relief...but of course she would because that is what she is like, it is who she is to look after Hilda like that when Hilda won't do it for herself.
Author:  Cumbrian Rachel [ Thu Jul 31, 2008 2:13 pm ]
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I'm glad it looks like Hilda will be OK, at the moment.... although this being RCS I can see that assumption being entirely wrong!
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Jul 31, 2008 8:04 pm ]
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Thank you, Lesley. Still wondering how things are back at the chalk face, though. :roll:
Author:  Abi [ Fri Aug 01, 2008 4:42 pm ]
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Finally I've managed to catch up on this and think I may actually be worrying about every single character :?

Unfortunately, having been off the board for more than two years I've missed most of what comes before. Can anyone point me towards RCS 2-10, please?!
Author:  abbeybufo [ Fri Aug 01, 2008 4:48 pm ]
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Abi wrote:
Finally I've managed to catch up on this and think I may actually be worrying about every single character :?

Unfortunately, having been off the board for more than two years I've missed most of what comes before. Can anyone point me towards RCS 2-10, please?!


Index Drabblorum is here - though links to letters seem to be broken at the moment - you have to use the slider to page down & get to Lesley's drabbles :D
Author:  Abi [ Sat Aug 02, 2008 12:03 am ]
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abbeybufo wrote:
Abi wrote:
Finally I've managed to catch up on this and think I may actually be worrying about every single character :?

Unfortunately, having been off the board for more than two years I've missed most of what comes before. Can anyone point me towards RCS 2-10, please?!


Index Drabblorum is here - though links to letters seem to be broken at the moment - you have to use the slider to page down & get to Lesley's drabbles :D


Oh yes, thanks! Should probably have been able to find that for myself :oops:
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sat Aug 02, 2008 7:32 am ]
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Thanks Lesley, am glad Hilda appears to have pulled through the op. Hope chemo goes alright. Am glad Professor Birch and Nell seem to be getting along better. I think she's starting to appreciate Nell's directness
Author:  Pat [ Sat Aug 02, 2008 9:37 pm ]
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Thanks for that LEsley. Have top agree with what eveyone else has written.

But no updates since Wednesday?!!! I was expecting a lot more to read when I got back from my hols.
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Aug 03, 2008 6:16 pm ]
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That evening saw Geoff Stevens interrupted halfway through a rugby match on TV, ‘Probably just as well,’ he thought to himself, ‘we were getting slaughtered anyway.’ He opened the door, “Ruth? What are you doing here?”

Ruth Derwent smiled slightly, “I just wondered if Ros was around for a chat?”

Geoff opened the door wide and beckoned Ruth in to the lounge where he looked across with a slight frown, “Ros is out with Nancy and Kathie,” he began, “something about having a look at some new places for field trips for next term - I think Nancy went along just for the ride.”

“Oh yes, of course,” Ruth drew a hand down her face and shook her head, “She did tell me, Geoff, I forgot.”

Geoff smiled slightly, “That’s not surprising now, is it - you’re carrying a lot on your shoulders at the moment, aren’t you?”

Ruth smiled ruefully, “I suppose so,” she agreed, “I certainly didn’t expect Hilda to be off-sick halfway through the term.”

Geoff nodded, “Here, sit down - I was just going to have a coffee, would you like one?”

Ruth’s smile widened slightly, “That would be nice,” she said, “if it’s not too much trouble?”

“Of course not,” Geoff said, he then added gently, “I know you’re Ros’ friend, Ruth, but I hoped you were mine as well?”

Ruth coloured slightly but nodded, “Yes, I am.”

Geoff smiled and disappeared out to the kitchen to return, a few minutes later, with two mugs of coffee, he passed one across to Ruth, “If you had been here earlier you could have played with Jake,” he said, “but it’s unlikely he’ll wake up now. He’s sleeping through most of the time now.”

“That’s alright,” Ruth replied, “I’ll have to make time for him later in the week.”

Geoff looked across at Ruth over the top of his mug, “He’s missed his Auntie Ruth,” he observed.

Ruth swallowed, “Yes, I know, I’ve not been a very good Aunt to him this year.”

“You’ve had other things on your mind,” Geoff replied, “understandably,” he paused then added, “Ruth did you want to talk about it? I know nothing about the running of schools - but I do know a bit about command. And I’m also very good at keeping things confidential.”

Ruth thought for a few seconds before taking a deep breath, she nodded, “Yes, I think I would like to speak to someone - and perhaps it would be better if it was someone that was not attached to the situation.”

“The situation being the one at the School?”

“Yes,” Ruth paused then continued, “don’t get me wrong, I want Hilda to be well, I know she’s got to have treatment and everything, it’s just…”

“You could have done without it when you’ve only been in post a couple of months and her absence means you’ve suddenly inherited the whole load?” Geoff finished.

Ruth shrugged, “Makes me sound rather selfish really, doesn’t it?”

“Perhaps,” Geoff replied, “but understandably so. Basically, to put it into an analogy that I understand, at the beginning of the year you were a Battalion Commander, a Lieutenant Colonel, you were then promoted to Colonel, a Regimental Commander and now, because of the illness of your CO, you are having to take on the job of Brigade Commander - Brigadier,” Geoff shook his head, “I’ve been in the Army since I was eighteen - I wouldn’t want that.”

Ruth shook her head, “It’s not so bad, or at least it wouldn’t be but there are complications.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, normally I wouldn’t have any problems because, even if Hilda wasn’t available then I could, if necessary, speak to Nell - she told me at the beginning of the year that she was more that happy to help out, but I can’t ask her, can I? Not when she’s worrying herself silly about Hilda, can I?”

“Hmmm, difficult,” Geoff mused, “but I’m sure you’ll manage, Ruth.”

“I’m sure I would too,” Ruth replied, somewhat surprisingly as far as the soldier was concerned, “oh, I’d probably make a few mistakes but I’d get there in the end - the staff are all behind me - except that there is something else.”

“What?”

Ruth nodded, “I’ve had Madge Russell contact me three times this week, the last was just an hour or so ago. She’s asking a lot of questions about how long Hilda will be off and I think she mentioned that I could probably do with some help on at least four occasions. I think she’s planning to come here and take up the reins again.”

“Take up the reins?” Geoff looked confused.

“Be headmistress again.”
Author:  Pat [ Sun Aug 03, 2008 7:15 pm ]
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that could go either way. Open her eyes to what actually happens in the school these days, or give her free reign to do her worst. That's if it ever happens.

And that isn't a lot more to read, young lady!!!!
Author:  abbeybufo [ Sun Aug 03, 2008 7:20 pm ]
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So . . . exactly what is Madge up to :shock:

Guess in a few more posts we'll find out :twisted:

Thanks Lesley :D
Author:  Sugar [ Sun Aug 03, 2008 7:35 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley

Can we have the next post sooner rather than later? I was getting withdrawal symptoms!
Author:  Carolyn P [ Sun Aug 03, 2008 8:36 pm ]
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That would be totally undermining to Ruth as well as everyting else.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sun Aug 03, 2008 9:36 pm ]
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Poor Ruth having to deal with all that. Glad Geoff is being so nice and listening to her talk about it all
Author:  Miriam [ Sun Aug 03, 2008 9:42 pm ]
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It's hard for Nell as well, not being involved in the school now. If she was still there, she would be working off some of her anxiety by throwing herself into everything - carrying on for Hilda, as she did once before.

As things are, her work is detatched from her private life - which could be good, but has it's hard side.
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Aug 03, 2008 10:35 pm ]
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Monday morning, a little after seven-thirty am, saw Geri Shaw arrive for work. She arrived at the Staff car park and held her pass out of the window for the automated barrier to read. The barrier lifted and she moved the black jeep across the far side of the car park so as to place the vehicle beneath the shadow of some trees. A minute or two later she had been issued with a set of keys and waved into the Prison. On the other side of the automated security door stood a figure waiting for her,

“Morning Geri.”

“Pat, you don’t normally meet me. There’s nothing wrong is there?”

Pat Francis shook her head, “Not that I’m aware of,” she said, “I just thought I’d meet up with you so I could ask you if you had any news of Hilda?”

“Oh right,” Geri nodded, “I spoke with Nell last night, Hilda’s had the surgery and it all seems to have gone well. She was in a fair amount of pain and was being sick but apparently that’s normal.”

“Is she up for visitors?”

“Yes, but Nell said no more than ten minutes please. I’m going tonight - want me to pick you up?”

“Fine, about seven?”

Geri nodded agreement and the two walked across to the Admin block. In Geri’s office they waited while others of the Prison’s senior staff gathered. Once everyone was present Geri spoke,

“Good morning everyone, hope you all had a good weekend, I’d like a very quick report from all of you, first Nights - Dave?”

Dave Spencer, attempting, unsuccessfully, to wake himself up with coffee, smiled, “No trouble over the weekend Governor,” he said quickly, “one new admission last night, “one of our regulars, Joyce Quinten - six months for shoplifting.”

“She was supposed to be going straight,” Geri remarked, “now she’ll probably lose the job she’d managed to get.”

“You can’t help some people,” Spencer remarked, yawning as he spoke. Geri noticed,

“Nothing else, Dave? Then you disappear before you fall asleep on my desk - I’ll make sure you get a copy of anything else that’s discussed.”

Spencer nodded quickly and left, Geri turned to Pat Francis who responded,

“Quiet over the weekend, Geri,” she said, “the netball tournament was a great success, a lot of interest, both watching and taking part.”

“Who won, North Wing, I suppose?”

Pat shook her head, “No, South - though that’s probably because Butcher didn’t take part.”

“She didn’t, why not?”

“She said it didn’t interest her,” Pat said with a shrug, “I suppose we can give her that, mind, I can’t see her playing netball when at school.”

“No,” Adam Marsh put in, “footy maybe!” there was a murmur of laughter before he continued, “I’ve had a couple of admissions over the weekend, Geri, one, Landes from East Wing - I think she’s going to be a hospital job, she’s complaining of abdominal pain again and I’ve got a feeling it’s appendix. The Doc will be in later this morning and I’ve already contacted the Real Hospital to warn them.”

Geri nodded, “Fine, let me know if Dr Patel agrees, I’ll have to arrange guard duty. Who was the other?”

“Tate, from Seg Wing,” Marsh replied, “severe bruising to chest, abdomen, back, no broken bones but very painful. As far as she’s concerned she tripped over in the shower but I’ve got my doubts.”

“Assault?”

“Looks that way, she’s not saying though, I spoke with the Officers on the Seg Wing, they said everything had been quiet over the weekend. The only thing a little out of the ordinary was that Gammon had requested that she be allowed to return to the Wing.”

“Gammon? Wasn’t she the one that requested voluntary Segregation after telling us the location of some home-made alcohol, about six months ago?” This from Amanda Blanchford, “couple of women spend time on Solitary for that, so I remember.”

“Yes,” Geri thought for a moment, “well as she’s a voluntary inmate she has the right to go back to the main wing - not North though, send her across to West, away from Butcher. And warn your people to keep an eye on her,” Geri paused for a moment before continuing, “and I’ve some more news for everyone, we’re going to be getting a transfer prisoner later this week and it’s quite possible that she will cause trouble - she certainly has in all other establishments she’s been in. Inmate’s name is McCall, she’s being transferred over from New South Wales on compassionate grounds. She’s serving twenty-five years for armed robbery and manslaughter, has at least eighteen years to serve. Amanda you’ll get her for her first night, as always - but I don’t think she’ll be a stranger to you.”

“I’ve heard a bit about her,” Amanda put in, “she’ll liven up the place.”

“As though we needed that!” Geri said ruefully.
Author:  Carolyn P [ Sun Aug 03, 2008 11:06 pm ]
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Hmmm...interesting.

Will say no more because it is too late for my brain to process the convolutions of Lesley's mind.
Author:  Sugar [ Sun Aug 03, 2008 11:07 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley.

I wonder if Geri will put two and two together?
Author:  Tara [ Sun Aug 03, 2008 11:50 pm ]
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Oh halle-jolly-lujah! Madge back as Head?? Well, it might open her eyes (she said, rather doubtfully). But poor Ruth, very undermining for her. I wonder whether Nell will be able to sail in, when once she's convinced that Hilda's going to be all right?

As for Geri putting two and two together, I'm sure she will, and I don't think she'll be impressed. Last thing she needs is another difficult inmate at the moment. Interesting to see some more of the inner workings of the prison.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  MHE [ Mon Aug 04, 2008 12:16 am ]
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Oh! So that's the way the wind is blowing as regards Madge. :roll:
As I recall in RCS 1 Hilda, once she was back in harness, took over half of Madge's post as she couldn't cope, and the school was a lot smaller then than now.

And Geri is 100% certain to put two and two together soon.

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Mon Aug 04, 2008 7:49 am ]
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Sugar wrote:
Thanks Lesley.

I wonder if Geri will put two and two together?


I think she will and am curious how she and Butcher will remain friends despite being on opposite sides so to speak again. They haven't clashed badly for awhile and I wonder how Butcher will react to McCall being sent down
Author:  keren [ Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:49 am ]
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MHE wrote:
Oh! So that's the way the wind is blowing as regards Madge. :roll:
As I recall in RCS 1 Hilda, once she was back in harness, took over half of Madge's post as she couldn't cope, and the school was a lot smaller then than now.

And Geri is 100% certain to put two and two together soon.

Thanks Lesley.


Not so simple at all.
Madge wanted to move the school to England.
Hilda as head did not agree.
Now Madge as head can do this, and present Hilda with a fait acomplit, no school to come back to!

Wonder what Geoff advises.

On the one hand, Hilda could probably be back at work much faster than Madge anticipates because of modern medicine.
On the other hand, Hilda should not be told, so she will not come back to work too early.

I forsee many convulutions before the end!
Author:  abbeybufo [ Mon Aug 04, 2008 8:31 pm ]
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We now begin to see a bit more of the reasoning behind Lesley's choice of a title :twisted:

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Tara [ Mon Aug 04, 2008 11:13 pm ]
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Keren wrote:
Madge wanted to move the school to England.
Hilda as head did not agree.
Now Madge as head can do this

:shock: :shock: :? I hadn't thought of that! Can she? I've got a bit lost in the ramifications of who has authority in what sphere :oops: Hilda wouldn't go, of course.
Now you've given me sleepless nights :D.
Author:  MaryR [ Tue Aug 05, 2008 1:38 pm ]
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Sorry I've not been posting, Lesley. :oops: But Ruth must tell Nell, as soon as she can. Nell knows what the school means to Hilda - did she not say so very famously once before? - and would somehow find a way to come to the rescue yet again. She's the only one, apart from Hilda, who has the wherewithal to stand up to Madge.

I still have very nasty suspicions of why is Madge is doing this. :cry:

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Jennie [ Tue Aug 05, 2008 2:00 pm ]
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I definitely do not want Madge as Head of RCS.
Author:  Kat [ Tue Aug 05, 2008 2:02 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:
Landes from East Wing - I think she’s going to be a hospital job, she’s complaining of abdominal pain again and I’ve got a feeling it’s appendix.


*has an awful lot of sympathy if it is appendix*

Thanks, Lesley!
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Aug 06, 2008 10:12 pm ]
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“Ruth, are you alright?”

Ruth Derwent looked across from where she was still sitting having just hosted a Head Of Department meeting, she smiled, “Of course I’m alright, Ros,” she said quickly, “more to the point, how is Kathie?”

“Badly sprained ankle, so I hear,” Ros said with a smile, “Nancy Chester said she should just spend a couple of days off it, she’ll be back at work by Wednesday.”

“That’s a blessing,” Ruth replied, “I don’t suppose this place was very suitable then for field trips?”

“Definitely not,” Ros said with some animation, “I’m only surprised we managed to get back with just the one fairly minor injury. Sorry to have missed you last night - Geoff said you’d called.”

“Did he tell you why?”

Rosalind Moore nodded, “Yes, he told me about Madge Russell’s plans.”

“Geoff is of the opinion that I should fight against her plan - that I should tell her exactly how undermined I feel about her plans to just take over.”

“I know, he says that in any establishment be it military or civilian, you should at least be able to register your objection to a particular decision or command. And if you feel strongly then the objection should be in writing with the reasons for your objection clearly set out.”

“Yes,” Ruth paused and did not add to her comment, Ros looked over sharply,

“You do object, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” Ruth said quietly.

“Maybe? She waltzes in here and tries to take over when you’ve been left in charge - basically making it look as though you can’t do your job?”

“Well, maybe I can’t,” Ruth replied slowly.

“What do you mean?”

“Well look at when we were at the Chalet School?” Ruth began, “I mean I was Senior Mistress but who covered for Hilda when she went on that tour of schools? Nancy Wilmot, that’s who. I was considered not to have ‘the right stuff’ even by the Maynard Triplets.”

“Yes but…” Ros began.

“Then, later, when Elinor tried to change the story? Nancy wasn’t available but did she use me? No, instead she picked you as Head. It was pretty obvious that everyone agreed I just wasn’t fit to carry the role.”

Ros shook her head, “That was then, this is now,” she said quickly, “you’re talking about things that happened a long time ago - we’ve been in this world for nearly four years now, Ruth. We’ve all changed - four years ago I couldn’t have dreamed that I’d be married and mother to a little boy and stepmother to a teenager. And what about Nancy and Kathie? They’ve not only found each other but are happy and content with their life and are accepted.”

“Yes, I know,” Ruth said, nodding, “but I…”

“You, Ruth Derwent, have changed too,” Rosalind said firmly, “maybe before you weren’t Headmistress material - but now? As far as I’m concerned you could take over and run any school - if you ever wanted to leave here that is,” she grinned, “and don’t just take my word for it - do you think Hilda would have left you in charge if she didn’t have complete confidence in your abilities? Do you think she’d have allowed them to operate if she wasn’t sure of you?”

Ruth bit her lip, “I’m not Nell, Ros,” she said eventually.

Ros shook her head, while reaching for her friend‘s hand, “No, no you’re not. I don’t think anyone else will be able to do the same job that Nell did - she made it all look so very easy - they both do. But you are Ruth Derwent and you’re more than capable of being Headmistress - and if anyone disagrees then you should be able to tell them, using the wonderful command of English that I know you have, just how wrong they are to want to replace you.”

Ruth smiled, “And suppose I do that and yet Madge still decided to become Head?”

Ros shrugged, “That’s her prerogative, it will be wrong, but if she decides to do it just know that it’s nothing to do with your own talent for the post.”

“You think I should have more confidence in myself and my abilities?”

“Yes, so that you can make any decision based on how you feel now,” Ros replied firmly, “not how things might have been in the past - how they are now. Alright?”

Ruth thought for a few seconds, “Alright,” she agreed.
Author:  Pat [ Wed Aug 06, 2008 10:22 pm ]
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She doesn't sound very sure! Looking forward to finding out about what Madge is really up to at some point. Probably after a general walkabout around Australia! :wink: :wink: :twisted:
Author:  Carolyn P [ Wed Aug 06, 2008 10:22 pm ]
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That was my fear, that Ruth would feel that way.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Wed Aug 06, 2008 10:38 pm ]
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Poor Ruth - hope Ros and everyone can help encourage her so she is able to state her case, if not hold her own, against Madge - thanks Lesley

*now what/who else have we to worry about? - oh yes, Butcher/Geri, Hilda, Nell - haven't heard anything about Cherry & Shane for a while either*

*wibbles*
Author:  PaulineS [ Thu Aug 07, 2008 11:02 am ]
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Thanks for the update. I can undersatnd Ruth's insecurities, which Madge is not helping. She is acting as if she has been influeanced by EBD on her stay in England.
Author:  ibarhis [ Thu Aug 07, 2008 11:06 am ]
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abbeybufo wrote:
Poor Ruth - hope Ros and everyone can help encourage her so she is able to state her case, if not hold her own, against Madge - thanks Lesley

*now what/who else have we to worry about? - oh yes, Butcher/Geri, Hilda, Nell - haven't heard anything about Cherry & Shane for a while either*

*wibbles*


And Andrew? the lawyer...
Author:  abbeybufo [ Thu Aug 07, 2008 11:10 am ]
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ibarhis wrote:
abbeybufo wrote:
Poor Ruth - hope Ros and everyone can help encourage her so she is able to state her case, if not hold her own, against Madge - thanks Lesley

*now what/who else have we to worry about? - oh yes, Butcher/Geri, Hilda, Nell - haven't heard anything about Cherry & Shane for a while either*

*wibbles*


And Andrew? the lawyer...


knew there was someone else but I was too tired last night to remember :oops:
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Thu Aug 07, 2008 1:37 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley, am enjoying the updates
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Aug 07, 2008 7:37 pm ]
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Oh, how I can sympathise with Rurh! :cry: But well done, Ros, for giving her such a good talking to. Methinks it won't be enough to stop Madge though - that would need a battering ram. And only one person springs to mind in that guise. :wink:

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Kat [ Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:17 pm ]
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Thank you, Lesley.

I'd quite like to bitchslap Madge at the moment though!
Author:  Lesley [ Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:13 pm ]
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“I have the results back from Histology, Hilda,” the voice awoke Hilda from her light doze and she looked round quickly,

“Emily?”

The Surgeon smiled, “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” she said, “you look rather better than yesterday. How do you feel?”

Hilda took a breath, “I feel better,” she said quietly, “still very tired but the pain is far less.”

“Hmmm,” Emily studied the charts at the bottom of her patient’s bed, “well you have bowel sounds now so they can start you on fluids from tomorrow, only 30 ml per hour but, all being well, it will mean the NG tube can be removed soon.”

“Good,” Hilda said faintly, “you mentioned histology?”

“Oh yes, the results from the mass we resected from your bowel - malignant - nasty one. But biopsies of the lymph glands have all come back clear.”

“That’s good, is it?”

“Definitely,” Emily sat herself in the chair beside Hilda’s bed, “wanted a quick chat though, because this type of cancer is very rare in your age group.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, it’s normally seen in those over seventy, very rare to see it in someone in their forties.” Hilda did not immediately say anything but made a mental note to speak with Daisy Venables, she looked across as the surgeon spoke again, “Do you know of any family history of bowel cancer, Hilda?”

“Not that I’m aware,” Hilda replied.

“Hmmm, you don’t smoke, your diet is good, you exercise, you’re correct weight for your height - just. There’s not much in the way of risk factors there. Alcohol intake?”

“A few glasses of wine once or twice in the week,” Hilda replied, “I used to smoke, would that make a difference?”

“Possibly. What about stress? You have a high-powered job, don’t you?”

Hilda raised an eyebrow, “I don’t consider that my work is stressful,” she said, “though it might seem so to others.”

“Well it’s a mystery,” Hedges shook her head, “but people cannot be categorised quite so easily as figures so we’ll just look on it as an anomaly. At least it looks as though it was caught in time. I’ll be back in to see you again tomorrow, Hilda.”

“Thank you, goodbye Emily.”
Author:  abbeybufo [ Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:20 pm ]
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So though outwardly she looks 'young', Hilda's bodily age is catching up with her :shock: :shock:

Thanks Lesley

*still wibblling*
Author:  Kat [ Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:25 pm ]
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I wonder how many of the others are finding age-related diseases etc a problem?

Thanks Lesley!
Author:  Pat [ Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:28 pm ]
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Kat wrote:
I wonder how many of the others are finding age-related diseases etc a problem?

Thanks Lesley!


Just what i was thinking! Madge for example?
Author:  Miriam [ Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:32 pm ]
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people cannot be categorised quite so easily as figures so we’ll just look on it as an anomaly.


Sounds like a good idea. Looking further could get very complicated. :? :lol:
Author:  Alex [ Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:41 pm ]
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Well it depends why older people are affected by it - is it an ageing thing or is it due to some environmental factor which people around before a certain date were exposed to, such as not having enough fruit and veg in their diet at an early age.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sat Aug 09, 2008 2:16 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley
Author:  Pat [ Sat Aug 09, 2008 7:53 pm ]
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Are you busy writing more Lesley? Because if you aren't, you should be! And posting it too of course!
Author:  Lesley [ Sat Aug 09, 2008 8:16 pm ]
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Later tonight!


(nag, nag, nag! :roll: )
Author:  Pat [ Sat Aug 09, 2008 9:14 pm ]
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And why not? :wink: :lol:
Author:  Sugar [ Sat Aug 09, 2008 9:52 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:
Later tonight!


(nag, nag, nag! :roll: )



It's later now! Where is it??
Author:  Katarzyna [ Sat Aug 09, 2008 10:27 pm ]
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Tis definately even later now - past my bedtime in fact

and still no rcs!
Author:  Pat [ Sat Aug 09, 2008 10:59 pm ]
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And even more later!!!
Author:  Lesley [ Sat Aug 09, 2008 11:16 pm ]
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*Yawn* Did you want something? :wink:

Later in the week Geri Shaw received a transfer request from an inmate; she walked across to the Hospital Wing to see Tate. The inmate was in a single room close to the Officers’ Station and, on looking in Geri saw that Tate was huddled on her bed,

“Tate? Why aren’t you enjoying the sunshine?”

Tate looked across, her expression initially one of fright, “G-Governor? Oh, I-I don’t really want to go outside. Prefer it in here - where it’s saf…quiet.”

“I see,” Geri walked into the room and sat in the chair facing Tate, “I’ve received your request, Tate,” she said, “you’ve only been here a few weeks, why would you feel you had earned the right to a transfer?”

“Oh because I can work toward my rehabilitation in an open prison, Governor. I’m going to come off the alcohol and drugs and…”

“If you really mean that, Tate,” Shaw interrupted, “then the worst thing you can do is transfer to an open prison. Contraband is far more readily available in the relaxed security of an open prison than it is here. If you are serious about becoming clean then I would strongly advise you to remain here for all of your sentence.”

Tate shook her head, “I just feel an open prison would be better, Governor.”

Geri raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

Tate shrugged then caught herself and winced as the movement obviously hurt, “Just do,” she murmured.

“Well I cannot authorise a transfer at the moment, Tate,” the Governor said firmly, “you’ve not been here long enough, I have no indication as to your behaviour from my Officers. I would suggest you return to Segregation and work hard on weaning yourself off of both illicit drugs and alcohol. Perhaps, in six months or so, I can review your case.”

“Six months?” Tate’s voice sounded as though she had lost all hope and Geri paused in her move to vacate the cell,

“Is there something else going on here, Tate?” she asked sternly.

“Something else, no, why should there be?” Tate looked worried.

“Your injuries, perhaps? Did you actually slip over in the shower, or were you assaulted by someone in Segregation? If it’s the latter, Tate I can protect you - but you have to tell me the truth.”

“I slipped over,” Tate insisted, “no one is Segregation assaulted me. That shower floor’s dangerous, you know?”

“So this sudden transfer request is nothing to do with any attack upon you then?”

“No, I told you.”

Geri nodded and reiterated her earlier decision before leaving; however her conversation with Tate had aroused suspicions and she stopped off in Segregation to speak with the officers there.

“Someone assault Tate, Governor?” Officer Sams looked surprised, “I don’t think so, the inmates we have in here are far more likely to be on the receiving end of any assault.”

“What about Gammon? She’s only just left here.”

“Gammon?” Sams shook her head, “unlikely - the reason she was here in the first place was to escape from retribution. And I don’t think she’s particularly concerned about Tate’s crime - she’s not seen her own kids for more than six months.”

“Did anyone see Tate have this accident?”

“Not as such,” the Officer replied, “almost all the inmates were outside enjoying a lazy Saturday. Then Tate came back because she said she was feeling too hot, went to have a shower - first we knew she’d been injured was when she reappeared, only half dry, asking for a medic.”

Geri left Segregation and walked over to the Wings, she spoke with Pat Francis, “Is Gammon settling back on the Wing?”

“Far as I know,” Pat replied, “why, did you expect trouble?”

“Possibly, after all, she did inform.”

“Well there’s been nothing so far, perhaps she’s done something to get back in Butcher’s good books.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Geri said grimly, she shook her head, “it’s too nebulous at the moment,” she continued, “but I think something’s going on - Pat, inform the officers - I want a full search of all cells this afternoon while the women are at work.”

“What do you expect to find, Geri?”

Geri smiled slightly, “I’ve no idea, but there’s something.”
Author:  abbeygirl [ Sat Aug 09, 2008 11:44 pm ]
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Hmm. So Geri is going to put two and two together... All I can say is thank goodness Lesley knows where this is going.....

THank you as always for keeping us on the edge of our seats...
Author:  abbeybufo [ Sun Aug 10, 2008 11:20 am ]
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Knew Geri would get on the case - but what will this do to the trust between Butcher & Geri :shock: :shock:

Thanks Lesley
Author:  MaryR [ Sun Aug 10, 2008 4:29 pm ]
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abbeybufo wrote:
Knew Geri would get on the case - but what will this do to the trust between Butcher & Geri :shock: :shock:

Just what I was thinking, Ruth! They've weathered other storms, but there must come a sticking point, and this looks like it could be it. Or is this Butcher expressing her feelings towards her mother in the only way she knows? Seeing as her mother abandoned her, so to speak, and Tate is in for nearly causing her son's death. :cry:

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Aug 10, 2008 8:05 pm ]
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That afternoon, when the work detail was complete, the women returned to the Wings to discover that their cells had been searched. The evidence was not difficult to find as each and every cell had been turned upside down with bedding and clothes strewn on the beds, books and papers disturbed, bottles of shampoo and shower gel emptied and even furniture dismantled in some cases. The Wing Officers on each Wing detailed the inmates to tidying up their belongings and, in some cases, apportioned punishment for contraband discovered. Butcher, walking across to her own cell, was not surprised to find that there were still officers in there searching. She leant against the door frame,

“If you told me what you were looking for I might be able to help,” she said blandly, though with a hint of challenge in her eyes.

“Just wait outside, Butcher, until we’ve finished.”

“Fine, but I hope you’re giving us some time to get all the mess cleared up?” Butcher replied, “I mean, it’s hardly fair that we’ll have to clear it up in our time when it wasn’t our fault, now does it?”

“I wouldn’t worry about free time,“ one of the Officers shot back, “by the time we’ve finished here, Butcher, you’ll be getting plenty of time in Solitary.”

Butcher smiled slightly, “If you can find any breach of regulations in there, Mr O’Dowell, then I’ll deserve it.”

“Butcher,” the quiet voice behind her caused Butcher to turn,

“Afternoon Governor.”

“Walk with me, Butcher,” Geri ordered.

Butcher shrugged and fell into step beside the older woman, “This has to have come from you, Shaw,” she said sharply, “searching for anything in particular, were you?”

“Following a hunch,” Shaw admitted, “there’s something wrong. I hoped that someone might be a little careless.”

“Me?”

Shaw considered, “No, I didn’t think that you would be careless.”

“Then why the heavy gang in my cell?”

“A caution,” Shaw replied, “I know something’s not right, I have no proof but my instincts tell me that something is going on,” she paused then added, “I visited the Hospital today.”

“Oh yes?”

“Yes, one inmate was there due to injuring herself falling over in the shower.”

“Dangerous things, showers,” Butcher replied without changing expression. “So, this caution - a warning is it?”

“Perhaps,” Shaw nodded, “today was a level three search, nasty enough in itself as the inmates have to cope with Officers invading their privacy. But I’m quite prepared to repeat the searches and even to bring in dogs for a level two search if necessary, should I become aware of any more problems.”

“Oh yeah?” Butcher stopped to look directly into the Governor’s eyes.

Geri nodded, “Yes, and, if I deem it necessary I will authorise a level one search of the entire prison - I should imagine that a level one will turn up any number of items that you would rather remain hidden from me. Am I right?”

Butcher paused for some time then gave a half-smile, “Maybe,” she said, “so, this is your shot across the bow then, Governor?”

“It is.”

“Then message understood.”
Author:  PaulineS [ Sun Aug 10, 2008 8:47 pm ]
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Glad Geri is warning Bitcher direct. She obviously has a highly suppious nature in relation too Butcher. It comes across that she may like her but she does not trust her. (With good reason)
Author:  abbeybufo [ Sun Aug 10, 2008 8:58 pm ]
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They both know where each other stands - tricky situation as neither can afford to lose face :twisted:

Thans Lesley
Author:  Pat [ Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:32 pm ]
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There's trust and trust. Geri knows that she can trust Butcher over some things, but for others she knows Butcher too well!
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Mon Aug 11, 2008 10:34 am ]
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They certainly have a balancing act with their friendship and they do do it well
Author:  MaryR [ Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:43 pm ]
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Thank you, Lesley. Intriguing!
Author:  Nell [ Wed Aug 13, 2008 10:01 pm ]
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Caught up! A little action-packed...

Thank you Lesley.
Author:  Tara [ Wed Aug 13, 2008 11:37 pm ]
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I've caught up, too. I think Butcher is taking this all rather casually. Geri is making her point very clearly in perhaps the only way she can, but she is not smiling, and I'd guess she's pretty angry and Butcher would be wise to realise that.

Thanks, Lesley - thought-provoking as usual.
Author:  Lesley [ Fri Aug 15, 2008 2:09 pm ]
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Later, after eating their evening meal, the Wings all had Association as normal. Reports reached Butcher that the entire prison had been subjected to the same search and that there were a number of inmates awaiting punishment for items discovered. Butcher was pleased to see that none of her people were among them. In a meeting with some of them that evening she said as much, Grant replied,

“Hell, Butcher, we’re not stupid. You don’t get caught with minor stuff – waste of effort – you taught us that.”

“Was this because of what happened to Tate?” Rees asked, “only if she’s blabbed…”

Butcher shook her head, “Tate’s not said anything – she wouldn’t dare, Shaw said only that she was suspicious, nothing more. If she thought we’d got a key she’d tear the place apart to find it.”

“So we can go visiting again then?”

“Not for a while,” Butcher cautioned, “in fact we don’t do anything that would give the screws a clue that we’ve got a key. No visiting other Wings, swiping supplies, nothing.”

“Why bother having it then – if we ain’t going to use it?” Bradley asked.

Butcher looked across, “Patience kid,” she said calmly, “we will use it – but when we do it’ll be for something worthwhile. Because next time we do something Shaw will put two and two together and realise that the only way we could have got to Tate was having a key. So she’ll find it then.”

“You think she’s that good?”

“Oh yes – she already suspects. Be aware kid, there are some people in life that you can’t fool, least not more than once. So we keep the key until we’ve got something important to use it for. And don’t worry about Tate – she’s inside for three years, we’ll have more chances to get her.”

“She might ask for a transfer,” Parry had been quiet until now.

Butcher shook her head, “She hasn’t been in long enough – she tried asking Shaw this afternoon and Shaw knocked her back,” Butcher paused and then looked at her watch, “Hadn’t you better get going Bradley? Classes have started haven’t they?”

The young girl shrugged, “Not going any more,” she said quickly.”

“Why not?” this from Rees, “you’ve got another three or four months to go – I thought the teachers said you were doing well?”

“What’s the point?” Bradley asked with a yawn, “I don’t want some dead-end job anyway.”

“What do you want then?” Butcher asked, “to stay a dip for the rest of your life?”

“Nah,” Bradley smiled slightly and a faint flush rose in her face, “wanna be like you, Butcher, take on banks and stuff.”

Butcher sat back in her chair and raised an eyebrow, “Do you now?”

“Yeah,” Bradley swallowed rather nervously, her eyes shining, “I ain’t got nothing, no family, no ties. When I get out of here I’ll be on my own, State won’t take be on. I know I’m only small but I’m strong – I’ve started working out in the gym. And I ain’t stupid, I know I’ll have to prove me self …but if I had the word from you then some gang would give me a trial, even if it was only as lookout to start with.”

Butcher nodded, “How old are you, Bradley?”

“Nineteen,” Bradley replied, Butcher said nothing just waited, after a minute or so Bradley coloured again then added, “least, I will be in a couple of months.”

“About the same age I was when I planned my first job then,” Butcher smiled, “alright kid, if that’s what you want I can give you some contacts. I’ll also give you a hand in the gym – you want to get fit, yeah? But you also need to be able to defend yourself. You handled weapons before?”

Bradley shook her head.

“Then I can also give you the name of a guy here in Melbourne, ex-military – he’ll see you right.”

“Thanks Butcher,” the girl’s face lit up, “I really, really appreciate it – I won’t let you down, I swear.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Butcher held up a hand, “but I need you to do something for me, first.”

“Anything.”

Butcher’s black eyes bore into the girl remorselessly, “I want you to think seriously for the next twenty-four hours if this is what you want with your life…”

“It is,” Bradley interrupted.

“Hear me out,” Butcher said, and her gaze swept round to encompass the rest of the women there, “I want you to think about the possible consequences, kid, of taking this path – look at me, I’m thirty-eight now - since I was nineteen I’ve spent nearly sixteen years inside. No chance for family, for settling down, nothing but prison.”

“Well, yeah,” Bradley replied, “but first time they caught you it was bad luck, wasn’t it? And then that Mason set you up.”

Butcher nodded, “Yeah, neither time was down to me, my plans had worked – but it made no difference – I’m still in here. And even if you manage to avoid prison, avoid getting caught – you ain’t got much chance kid.”

“What do you mean, Butcher?” Rees asked.

“You think all armed robbers manage to get away with a big heist? No,” Butcher shook her head, “most of the time it’s small-time – barely enough to last a month. The big multi-million dollar robberies are few and far between and even with them you’ll be lucky to see even one percent of the take after paying off informers, fences, money-launderers and the like. That’s if you get away with it – cops aren’t stupid and there are some who’ll inform for peanuts. If the cops know it’s going to happen they’ll be lying in wait, armed to the teeth – and you won’t get sent to prison because you’ll be sent to the morgue.”

“Do you know of anyone that was killed?” Grant asked quietly.

Butcher nodded, “More than I can count,” she said solemnly, “one of the first was a lad I’d known since I was fourteen, youngest brother of a close friend of mine. He went out with a couple of mates, all tanked up, decided to rob a petrol station – coppers had just pulled in to fill up and, in the gunfight. All three of them were killed,” Butcher’s eyes darkened further at the memory then she looked up at the young girl opposite her, “A successful job, one you get away with, that makes enough for you to retire, is a rarity. So you think about it, Bradley, think very seriously about whether that’s what you want to risk – prison, the morgue or breadline existence. Alright?”

Bradley gulped, “Yes Butcher.”
Author:  Kat [ Fri Aug 15, 2008 2:23 pm ]
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Good job, Butcher.

Thanks, Lesley!
Author:  Karry [ Fri Aug 15, 2008 2:32 pm ]
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Wow! That was telling her!
Author:  Katarzyna [ Fri Aug 15, 2008 3:25 pm ]
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Well that was worth waiting for :)

now, surely, you've about 5 days of postsings to get on with.................


K
*enjoying taking risks with personal safety* :)



oh yes
thanks lesley
Author:  Sugar [ Fri Aug 15, 2008 7:52 pm ]
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Thanks Lesley - you posted just as my withdrawal symptoms were kicking in!!
Author:  Alex [ Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:03 pm ]
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Butcher missed her calling, she should have been a careers advisor.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:27 pm ]
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Alex wrote:
Butcher missed her calling, she should have been a careers advisor.


or at the very least, a counsellor - but it all comes from her own hard-won experience - I doubt she would have listened to the advice of anyone older when she was 18-nearly-19 :roll:

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Pat [ Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:42 pm ]
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Just hope the kid listens to her.

Your withdrawal symptoms took long enough to kick in Sugar!!!!
Author:  Carolyn P [ Fri Aug 15, 2008 10:08 pm ]
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Well done Butcher.
Author:  Tara [ Sat Aug 16, 2008 12:32 am ]
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What a wise and decisive reponse from Butcher, and who would know better what she was talking about. She sees so clearly; let's hope it will give Bradley pause.

I can't imagine being in prison for all that time; it makes me ache for Butcher, despite having been rather disliking her over the Tate affair!

You get the prize for ambivalent characters, Lesley :D .
Author:  Kathy_S [ Sat Aug 16, 2008 9:06 pm ]
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All caught up. :)

That Butcher! One minute you're aghast, and the next admiring.

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Abi [ Sun Aug 17, 2008 3:57 am ]
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Well, have finally read from RCS 2 to here! Unfortunately, having missed about 5000 cliffs, I seem to have landed up on another half a dozen or so. What is Madge playing at? Is Hilda going to be ok? What about Andrew? And have we really seen the last of Nell's problems?

Absolutely an epic, Lesley, thank you!
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sun Aug 17, 2008 10:10 am ]
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Hope Bradley listens to Butcher. Thanks Lesley
Author:  MaryR [ Sun Aug 17, 2008 4:09 pm ]
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Tara wrote:
You get the prize for ambivalent characters, Lesley :D .

But we're all ambivalent, aren't we? There's so much good in the worst of us and so much bad in the best of us. Even most saints were great sinners. And we who are classed as good will be punished far greater for our great lack of charity towards others than ever the worst of Butcher's crimes will be.

Sorry, getting carried away, as Butcher tends to make happen. :cry:

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Pat [ Sun Aug 17, 2008 7:35 pm ]
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It's Sunday evening, and there's nothing new to read here! :roll: :roll: :cry:
Author:  Lesley [ Sun Aug 17, 2008 10:18 pm ]
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A little later, when all the others had dispersed, Rees turned to Butcher with a question,

“You’ve never come across with the ‘crime don’t pay’ angle before, Butcher. Why?”

Butcher shook her head, “That wasn’t the reason why I said that,” she explained, “and it’s not something I actually believe - for some crime does pay - lucratively - I’ll admit it’s paid me well. I’ve got money to burn both inside and out.”

“Then why the scare story to the kid?”

Butcher took a deep breath, “How did you get into crime, Rees? Fell into it? Bored at School, home life a crock, wanted something better?”

Rees shrugged, “Pretty much,” she admitted, “started playing hookey about twelve or thirteen, spent my time with a load of others doing the same, smoking fags and drinking beer - when we couldn’t buy them we started nicking them.”

“Then moved on to drugs, I suppose?”

“Yeah, a little - didn’t really get hooked though, just used to sell a bit here and there, reason I’m in for manslaughter is because another dealer tried to take-over my turf,” Rees replied, “why’d you want to know?”

“Cos it’s the same for most people, I think,” Butcher said, “they sort of fall into it, don’t think ahead, don’t plan.”

“And you did, I suppose?”

Butcher nodded, “Yeah I did - oh I did the same as you, knocked off school, made a complete nuisance of myself to the local cops - but by the age of fourteen I’d already planned what I was going to do with my life. Even more importantly though - I knew what I was risking,” Butcher paused to take a breath then added, “and if that kid comes to me tomorrow and says that she’s thought about the risks, thought about what might happen, but still wants to go ahead - then I’ll give her all the help I can. But I’m not letting her get into something without having thought about it seriously, get into it just because she’s hero worshipping me.”
Author:  keren [ Sun Aug 17, 2008 10:44 pm ]
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So I waited and waited and did not go to bed, and then it paid off and you added the next episode

thanks
Author:  Tara [ Sun Aug 17, 2008 11:22 pm ]
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That's actually quite chilling, such a calculated decision from such a young girl. But how insightful of Butcher to recognise Bradley's hero-worship and to undercut it as she has - and at least she is too much herself to need that sort of adulation from anybody.

Thanks, Lesley. I reaped the reward of being an owl as well :wink: .
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:38 am ]
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Tara wrote:
That's actually quite chilling, such a calculated decision from such a young girl. But how insightful of Butcher to recognise Bradley's hero-worship and to undercut it as she has - and at least she is too much herself to need that sort of adulation from anybody.


I think it's cos Butcher is so completely herself that she compels our likeing and respect. It's hard not to like someone who is so completely herself at all times regardless of whether she is the antithesis of us

Tara wrote:
Thanks, Lesley. I reaped the reward of being an owl as well :wink: .


So do I but onlu cos its daytime for me here. :wink:
Author:  Pat [ Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:54 pm ]
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Agree with what the others have said. And I was nearly up late enough to catch it last night! Thanks Lesley.
Author:  abbeybufo [ Mon Aug 18, 2008 9:00 pm ]
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I'm usually up that late but wasn't last night :D

Thanks Lesley
Author:  MaryR [ Tue Aug 19, 2008 7:33 pm ]
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And how much of Butcher's early planning of her life is due to the lack of love from her parents? :cry: One way of getting back at them.

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Vikki [ Tue Aug 19, 2008 8:14 pm ]
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Wow! Somehow I've managed not to make it on here for about two months, so I've just caught up on 22 pages of this.....

Talk about a rollercoaster!! Thank goodness I didn't have to sit on some of those cliffs.
Lesley, I don't know how you manage to come up with the things you think of! Thank you so much hunny! :D
Author:  Kathy_S [ Wed Aug 20, 2008 4:48 am ]
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This is so Butcher -- simultaneously driven not to let hero worship of herself be an influence, yet frighteningly analytical about her own early goals.

Thank you, Lesley.
Author:  Lesley [ Wed Aug 20, 2008 10:25 pm ]
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Friday morning saw Ruth calling a meeting of the Senior Management Team, she looked round at everyone, smiling at Julie Berne who was covering the post of Senior Mistress,

“Thanks everyone for coming,” she began, “I have some news for you ...”

“Can I ask first,” John interrupted, “have you any more news about Hilda?”

Ruth smiled, “I have, I went across to see her last night. She’s doing well, she was sitting out in her chair when I got there and had been for a walk earlier. Also they’ve managed to take a couple of her drains out as well as that tube into her stomach.”

“She’s started drinking too,” Nancy added, “and Nell tells me that, all being well, they are looking to discharge her by Monday or Tuesday next week.”

“That quickly? But she only had the op last Saturday,” the comment was from Jennie, “Nell was in for far longer.”

“Yes but Nell’s injury was due to trauma and there were complications,” Ruth explained, “whereas Hilda had elective surgery and was well prepared.”

“She’s not going to be fit to return for a while though, is she?” this from Julie Berne.

Ruth shook her head, “Certainly not this term,” she began, “though she says she will be back for the beginning of next term - that’s seven weeks from now so, who knows? She could be right - we’ll just have to manage for the rest of this term without her. It’s only another two weeks, after all.”

Everyone nodded and Nancy added, “The last thing Hilda needs is to discover we’re having problems - you know what she’s like, she’ll try to come back too soon and hurt herself.”

“Nell wouldn’t let her come back,” John said firmly, “but I take the point - we don’t want her to worry. Don’t worry, Ruth, we’ll do our best.”

“Of course we will,” Karen put in quietly, “so what is your news?”

Ruth paused for a moment to collect her thoughts, “We’ll be joined shortly by another person,” she said softly, “someone that has offered her services to help us out in this time. After all, we are, currently, down two people, with us losing Nell at the beginning of term and now Hilda.”

“Well, technically I suppose, but we’ve run at least one under complement before,” Mollie Mackenzie put in, “as far as I’m aware Pauline hasn’t had any major problems, has she?”

“Not that I’m aware,” Julie replied, “and as you say, Ruth, it’s only another two weeks - who is going to help us? I can’t see Nell having the time and she’s the only one that would qualify and…”

“Oh not the only one, Julie,” a new voice interrupted, “I think I would qualify, don’t you?”

The inhabitants of the Study all turned at the voice to stare at its owner. Madge Russell stood at in the doorway smiling at everyone. Nancy Wilmot was the first to respond,

“Madge?” she smiled, “oh of course, that makes sense - you can cover Hilda’s classes can’t you? I mean you’ve kept up with your English haven’t you?”

Madge frowned very slightly, “I’m not going to just be covering Hilda’s classes, Nancy,” she replied, “I’m going to fill in for her post.”

There was a stunned silence and all the others turned to look across at Ruth; for her part Ruth Derwent said nothing, though she had gone pale, it was left to Rosalie Dene, normally a silent member of the meeting, intent on taking the minutes, to voice the concern all felt,

“But Madge, Ruth has been managing fine, no problems, these last few weeks…”

“Of course she has,” Madge agreed warmly, “but it’s not fair to expect her to cope with this, is it? She was only promoted to Deputy Head at the beginning of the year. It’s not right to expect her to have to deal with additional responsibility. Especially as I have some spare time on my hands and am willing to ensure my School is managing during this difficult time.”
Author:  Pat [ Wed Aug 20, 2008 10:32 pm ]
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Actually no, I don't think she qualifies. She has virtually no experience of running the school as it is now, and her teaching is in the dim and distant past. Besides, there's no need with only two weeks of term left is there? Apart from her own agenda of course.

Looking forward to some more please.
Author:  Kathy_S [ Wed Aug 20, 2008 10:35 pm ]
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Uh, oh!

Edit: Just in case that doesn't compute, I see some dictionaries are now spelling it "uh-oh," e.g. "interj. used to express alarm, foreboding, or dismay." [answers.com]
Author:  Fi [ Wed Aug 20, 2008 10:45 pm ]
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Oh Dear!

I guess at least it's only for 2 weeks. Less time for her to wreak havoc among the pupils, even if the staff have to manage longer.

Part of me would like the SMT to let Nell know what's happening so she can sort Madge out but part of me wants them to manage on their own so that they can see how far they have come in the last few years (especially Ruth).

Thanks Lesley.
Author:  Vikki [ Wed Aug 20, 2008 10:49 pm ]
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Meeep!!!

I am SO not liking Madge here. I have a really bad feeling about this...

Thank you Auntie Lesley! :wink: :twisted:
Author:  Miriam [ Wed Aug 20, 2008 11:04 pm ]
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She's coming across similar to Miss Bubb here! (Without the extreme focus on exam results - more the imposing her will on the organization side). Some one should point out to her that, "It is never well to introduce violent changes to a settled community."

It's hard for Madge to see herself as outsider in her own school, but the school has been completely rebuilt since she was last involved, and she is not really a part of it, If she wants to come in ,she can't just move in at the top without any expereince - but that is how some people learn. :?

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“I think I would qualify, don’t you?”


In the most basic sense, I don't think she is qualified. She never had any educational qualifications, and I don't think she did any degree when she came to the real world - as the rest of the staff did. Having a head with no degree was fine for a school of twelve girls in 1930's Austria, but I don't think think the parents would like it for a school of a few hundred girls in twenty first centuary Australia.
Author:  Abi [ Wed Aug 20, 2008 11:13 pm ]
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Oh dear :?

Is there any way they can actually stop Madge doing this? Though if they do it will probably make the situation worse not better. What's wrong with MAdge, she used to have so much common sense.
Author:  Fiona Mc [ Thu Aug 21, 2008 6:29 am ]
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This could get very ineteresting. Hopefully she won't be able to wreak too much damage in 2 weeks and she may have more appreciation for all the work Hilda does. But it will mean the rest won't get holidays trying to pick the pieces :roll:
Author:  Jennie [ Thu Aug 21, 2008 8:03 am ]
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And in that time, Madge will be able to asset-strip the school, ot run it on Tyrol lines, so losing pupils in either way.

Not good!
Author:  Karry [ Thu Aug 21, 2008 8:55 am ]
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Oh dear!
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My school?
That does not bode well!
Author:  Sugar [ Thu Aug 21, 2008 8:58 am ]
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I am going to hibernate til Hildas better I think. What on earth is Madge playing at????? (Yes I know you know Ms Green!)

Thanks Aunty Lesley (Ithink) :twisted:
Author:  abbeybufo [ Thu Aug 21, 2008 9:12 am ]
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Madge is trying to get into the driving seat so she can push through her wish for a move to England - nasty :shock:

Thanks Lesley
Author:  Sugar [ Thu Aug 21, 2008 11:33 am ]
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abbeybufo wrote:
Madge is trying to get into the driving seat so she can push through her wish for a move to England - nasty :shock:

Thanks Lesley


She might be in the driving seat but I think shes lost the map!
Author:  PaulineS [ Thu Aug 21, 2008 11:53 am ]
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I think Ruth and Rosalie need help here. Hope the rest of the SMT back them and do not let Madge cause havoc.

Wondering about the regulator bodies in Australia's response to an unqulified head.

Where is Jem when you need him to sit on Madge??

Thanks Lesley
Author:  keren [ Thu Aug 21, 2008 1:49 pm ]
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Actually seeing her try to run the school could be very intereesting
I am sure there are all sorts of situations where she will not know what to do, or how to cope and mess things up (before we even start to mention the issue of moving the school)
Author:  Chelsea [ Thu Aug 21, 2008 3:30 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:

“Can I ask first,” John interrupted, “have you any more news about Hilda?”


Tsk...tsk...don't you mean "May I ask first", John? What would Hilda say? :P Oh well, I suppose that John didn't have the benefit of a CS education.

I am worried about the type of CS education the current students are going to get with Madge in charge.

Thanks for the update Lesley!
Author:  MaryR [ Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:10 pm ]
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The staff are going to have to stand firm, aren't they? Or face Hilda's wrath - and Nell's! :shock:

Thanks, Lesley.
Author:  Kat [ Thu Aug 21, 2008 8:23 pm ]
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:evil: *slaps Madge* Grrr!

May we have some more, please Lesley?
Author:  Ela [ Thu Aug 21, 2008 11:48 pm ]
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Hmm. Very interesting...
Author:  Lesley [ Fri Aug 22, 2008 4:34 pm ]
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Moving to part three....
Author:  carrie [ Tue Oct 14, 2008 6:47 pm ]
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wow, i've just read all the way through, from rcs1 till now, and its amazing. i've missed out on most of the cliffs, and i get to here, and i'm left right on the top of quite a large one. i can't wait for the noext bit, its amazing, well done lesley
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