Bouquet Garnis

I posted quite a few things on Facebook on Monday:  all together they give a flavour of life here at Chateau Midden.

31 July

I've had a strange day.

In the morning I went to Aldi with Thunderthighs.  Came home and, trying to put the shopping away, discovered the chest freezer was too full for the bread and crumpets.  This lead to a foul mouthed rant about "some people picking all those f***ing blackberries and leaving no room for anything else" and I having, yet again, to sort out "Rubik's f***ing freezer".  Slam the lid down several times and retire to the kitchen to do the dishes (which had caused a rantette first thing because they were all over the place not stacked).

At which point the lovely polite courteous American PhD student Fester is mentoring came downstairs to fill Fester's water bottle. He'd arrived while we were out. "Hello Mrs Fester and how's your day going?"

After lunch I took Ferretfingers to the Community Centre to water their Allotment's polytunnel and he got quite talkative.
"I cried and cried in my bedroom."
"Why?"
"Passchendale film on the news."

There is a table of money raising stuff at the Centre which Ferretfingers almost always buys something from; usually dvds or books. The past two weeks it's been teddies.
"What are you going to do with them?"
"Put them on the top bunk with the others." 

Obvious really.

Most of the others were given to him when he was born.  They are in pristine condition because he never chose to play with or cuddle them (a symptom of his autism maybe).  I have to confess the penguins are mine; as is the cuddly KPFriar which my Bigsister gave me as a Xmas or birthday gift back in the 70s.

Fester and I had this exchange over tea:-

Me "Are you going to get your hair cut any time soon?"
Him "No."
"It wasn't a question, it was a hint."
"I know. It sounded more like an order, or a command. Anyway, when are you going to get your hair cut?"
"I'm not."
"There you go then."
"Yes, but I don't look as though I should be sleeping outdoors."

Before tea I had heard rustling, grunting and swearing coming from the chestfreezer (a bit like a foulmouthed hedgehog)

After tea I innocently asked Fester if he’d had a problem finding something.

“Yess, you’d put the bread buns I use for Thunderthighs’s burgers as far away from the top as possible”

“Good”

“I knew you’d say that, that’s why I didn’t say anything.

“I didn’t do it on purpose”

“You never do”