Chapter Eleven
Philip was back in the nursery; lying on the changing table his hands and feet once again encased in mittens and bootees. He was tightly pinned into nappies and plastic pants and resplendently buttoned into a pair of pink floral winceyette pyjamas. Dr Peabody’s device was firmly positioned in his mouth and a dribble of saliva was already wending its way down his chin toward his, “Babykins Philippa” bib. His peek-a-boo bonnet was in place and once again tied neatly under his chin
His Mother, Mrs Swenson and Dr Peabody gathered around the changing table alongside Hyacinth.
“Philip took me by surprise at how quickly the medication wore off, I will have to increase the dosage.” Dr Peabody said.
“Well,” his mother said, looking down at Philip, “thanks to Hyacinth or should I say Nanny, it worked to our advantage. In a short while, once the committee’s recommendation is confirmed I will legally have jurisdiction over Philips affairs
Philip looked up at his mother with puzzlement.
She tickled his chin, as she spoke. “My dear when your father died he foolishly left all of his investments in trust for you. I had to make do with a limited amount each year.
When you turn eighteen tomorrow, yes that’s right tomorrow is your birthday, you will inherit an awful amount of cash and shares. I couldn’t possibly have allowed you to have control of all that money. What if you hadn’t been kind to Mummy? Money can change people you know.”
His Mother paused to fussily adjust the frills on his bonnet.
“Fortunately I now have power of attorney over your financial affairs thanks to your awful regressive illness. No one would let a baby girl have access to all that money would they Philippa?”
Philip tried to sit up, his head quite clear and his anger manifest, but surrounded by four women he was quickly pushed back down and his wrists and ankles were quickly secured in the restraint cuffs.
“Mmmmpff!”
“Now, now Philip. Don’t say nasty words like that,” his Mother went on. “Hyacinth has kindly agreed to continue in the role of Nanny, she and her mother will be joining Dr Peabody in living with us in our lovely new house in the country. There is a big garden where you will be able to sit in your pushchair and have lots of naps; I may even buy you a special baby’s pram so Hyacinth can take you out to the village for a stroll, won’t that be nice? No need to thank me I can afford it. You will spend your time there dressed in your nappies and pyjamas, taking plenty of nap’s and going to beddy-byes at three-thirty, or shall we make your bedtime three o’clock from today to celebrate?”
His mother laughed, turning to Dr Peabody and kissing her tenderly on the lips.
“Leticia darling thank you so much for your help?”
Philip was astounded at such a sight. His own mother!”
“Oh come on, don’t be so surprised that your mummy wants a little happiness for herself,” she said as Philip struggled to free himself so violently that Dr Peabody intervened.
Philip’s pyjama sleeve was rolled up and soon he was fighting to stay conscious.
“Of you go to sleepy-byes Philippa,” his Mother’s voice was saying from a long way off. “Only three more years as a baby until you are twenty-one then we must persuade the authorities all over again to renew my jurisdiction. But don’t worry, by then you will be used to your nappies and jim-jams and you won’t ever remember being anything other than a sweet little baby girl!”
The End
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