When Fester’s brother passed away their family home was sold, but first we had to clear away all the antiques and collectables their mother had accrued.
Tales of Chateau Midden
Life with Fester, Ferretfingers and Thunderthighs: an obsessive entomologist turning mining historian and our two autistic sons. This blog has been prompted by family and friends reading facebook posts and saying "You should write a book". But I don't know how to go about that so they'll have to make do with this.
Thursday, 6 August 2026
Quite
Their father was a joiner and, when he’d
built display cupboards on every available wall, he boarded out the loft and
put shelves, drawers and cabinets in there. Every surface was covered, including most of the floor.
He included a ladder which pulled down and
automatically switched on the light at the same time.
It was necessary to get everything valued for
probate so Fester asked Sheffield Auction Galleries to send someone to do a
valuation.
from Facebook Archives
The auctioneer came
to Littlebrother’s house today; nicely spoken, booted & suited, professional
handshake and smile.
Saw all the stuff
we had out of cupboards in the front room
"My, she didn't half collect
didn't she".
Showed him all the
stuff we'd already packed into boxes - nervous laughter.
Lead him through the hall and up the stairs
pointing out all the glass fronted, full, cupboards.
At the bottom of the loft ladder he paused and gallantly
said to me
“Ladies first.”
“No thanks,
I’ve already seen it.”
He went up into
the loft.
There was a full minute and a
half of total silence followed by loud South Yorkshire
"Chuffin'ell!"
...
Wednesday, 5 August 2026
Orchids
| This morning... |
From
Facebook Archives
5 August
2025 at 15.37
On
my birthday last year Mrs Quilt gave me an orchid which flowered for over three
months, until after Christmas.
After a
judicious prune I put it on the bathroom shelf (humid with bright indirect
sunlight) watered it carefully, weekly, with a little BabyBio after the Spring
Equinox.
Today I brought it back down
into the living room as the next lot of buds are about to burst.
There
are now two 'rescue' orchids on the bathroom shelf, and Cousin Daisy's orchid
on the kitchenwindowsill; two looking as if they're preparing to flower and one
with two babies on its stem.
Tylebach
Stunning
Mrs Lasagne I love
orchids xx
Mrs Quilt I’m thrilled with that. It was the best specimen in IKEA, even though
I wasn’t sure about the colour. Well
done caring for it so well throughout your worrying year. XXX
Bentonbag Actually it
was a nice little positive distraction. Just 3 seconds of water on a Sunday. Noticing things develop, watching it grow,
anticipating what might happen next. It's
even been an opportunity for conversation between me and Fester! xxx
Mrs Quilt Actually I
feel stupidly tearful!
Cousin
Daphne You deffo have green fingers
xxx
Henlady Well done x
AND TODAY
Sadly, due to secret
surreptitious overwatering in the living room by Ferretfingers, Cousin Daisy’s
orchid is no more.
The white
rescue orchid, which flowered wonderfully last year, also succumbed to
Ferretfingers' attentions. I took off and potted up the two babies (keikis) on the other rescue. One now has a single wonderful dark magenta flower on a little
stalk, the other is biding its time. The mother plant isn’t looking
too good but I’m keeping it just to see what happens next.
Mrs Quilt’s orchid on
the other hand has bloomed beautifully again.
It is staying on the bathroom shelf, reflected in the mirror, where it
cheers me up every morning.
All four plants are
staying safely in the bathroom.
Tuesday, 4 August 2026
One Wet And Windy Monday
From Facebook Archives
4 August 2025 at 09.00
Best
way to start a wet Monday morning.
In celebration of Yorkshire Day, here's 82 seconds of Sean Bean saying "bastard" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tE8d-uGmIWk
A
(naked) Fester has just come into the office asking
"Is that Seen Been you
had on?"
“Yes.”
"I
thought it was Thunderthighs."
Mrs Bun LOVE a bit
of Sean Bean.....any bit
Bentonbag Any bit in
particular?
4 August 2025 at 14.53
Storm Floris is bringing down loads of apples and firing them all over the garden.
Seriously you could get crowned by one.
Every
time I go out into the garden I bring another armful in.
Fester
has peeled cored and is stewing them.
We
have had a little chat about what may or may not be in the freezer.
It's
a very drying day, because it's warm as well as windy, so I suggested Thunderthighs
hang his washing out.
Next thing I know
there's a cry of "MU-UM".
The
washing line broke.
He
actually needed to be told to take his washing off it
(are all young men
numpties or just mine?).
We've
now had fun dragging the old wooden clothes horse out and onto the top landing.
I've left him to it.
The
metal ones from Sheffield keep dropping bits of plastic and are going into the
garage.
Fester thinks we might use them "to grow things up" next
year.
He's
also asking me where to buy a new washing line as it's impossible for him to
actually look or ask someone in a shop.
Squireen I have a
washing line you can have
Bentonbag I wondered why my mother's washing line never
snapped -
then I remembered hers was made from signal wire
recycled/reused/scavenged when Talley Road Halt was closed (or elsewhere on the
Heart of Wales Line).
Monday, 3 August 2026
What's In A Name?
I don’t particularly like my given name, like its common abbreviation even less, and am happy to be called by my surname or whichever nickname friends wish to use.
On the other hand...
There
are two people who call me Barbara and have been doing so for so long that I
haven’t the heart or courage to correct them.
One is a learning disabled young person and the other a profoundly
physically disabled older person.
It’s
got to the point that I sometimes answer to Barbara in other situations:
memorably once in the Job Centre sorting out Ferretfingers’ transition from
Disability Living Allowance to Universal Credit.
Does anybody else have this?
If so any suggestions?
From Facebook Archives
3
August2019 at 10:03
I have
just realised that the only abbreviation of my name that I actually like is B.
Mr
Minor So I guess “Hoy you “ is out then. By the way,
you want a few jars?
Bentonbag No thanks, not made any jam so
far this year so I have an embarrassment of plenty.
Sandy I read that as going out for a few bevvies....
shows my level I suppose 😞😞
Mercy
Dunn Not even Benny wenny woo woo?
Bentonbag Only if I can call you Merry werry
wah wah.
Honor
Bicycle That's what I call her - Merry werry wah wah
and her little family of dun doo dahs.
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