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The Operation.

“Hello there! Top o’ the morning, even if it’s the feckin afternoon. Eamonn here. Bertie has asked me to write this story as it’s far too painful for him. The story of his Operation. Oy was tere and saw the whole thing. Its a tale of DISMEMBERMENT. Of DISEMBOWELMENT. Without anaesthetic. And not for the…


100th Blog – The Footbridge.

100th Blog … Pt II: The Footbridge. Dear Friends of Bertie… This is momentous occasion. One that must start with a brief introduction from Bobby. (I said brief, Bobby…!) Dear Friends I am writing this in a bus shelter in Westcott in Surrey. Very nice. Thatched. My car is being serviced. And then it’s the…


Cuckoo.

Cuckoo.  “Cuckoo, cuck-ooh, cuck-oooh…” Was Bobby half asleep? Maybe he was a little “cuckoo” himself! The days of waiting for the first “cuc … koo”, to confirm that summer really was here, seemed a distant memory. Hearing that evocative, unmistakable call again would be wonderful. Especially from his cosy bed at Laurel Cottage. The…


Trevor and Henry.

Trevor and Henry. Bobby: “Watcha mate. You’ve cheered up me old cock sparrow!” Trevor: “Whatever gave you that idea, you idiot! I can hardly breathe with this contraption on.” Bobby: “Look here. Your problem was saggy bits due to your filling. We could have paid to have you filled up, but Fliss reckons you are…


Sir Cliff Richard.

In Praise of Sir Cliff Richard. Diddley did not like Sir Cliff Richard. His squeaky clean image did not suit a sixties art student heavily into Bob Dylan, Tom Waits, Neil Young and the rest. Over the years, she introduced Bobby to all her music. He grew to love artists he had never even heard…


About Bobby’s Girl.

Bobby’s Girl. Love is a Many Splendoured Thing: It can be disguised as infatuation. The dictionary describes this as temporary madness. For when the dust has settled, as it inevitably must, you could be at the start of a true romance. Or wake up, look across the pillows and think: “Oh my God. Who the…


Little White Bear.

Little White Bear. COMPETITIONS AFTER STORY. VALUABLE PRIZES! Bertie: “Cor blimey. Wots the matter with you, Little White Bear?” LWB: ”You!” Bertie: ”Wot have I done mate?” LWB: ”Nothing. Nothing at all. We have lived in the same house and shared the same sofa most of the time and you have never spoken to me…


The Kitchen Window.

The Kitchen Window. But first. Here is our Christmas card for 2017. Bobby was going digital, but realised he liked the tradition of sending cards. There are so many ways now of personalising cards that you don’t have to buy the packs of really boring cards. The charities are complaining that they are missing out….


Skokholm Island. A Welsh Trilogy. Part 3: Kenny, Birdringer.

Kenny: Birdringer. We arrived at Martin’s Haven on Tuesday. A group grabbed Bobby’s heavy gear and carried it up the steps to the boat. We knew we were with friends for a week. On this, the finale of our trilogy, we talk to Kenny Birdringer. OK, that’s not his real surname, but it has a…


Skokholm Island. A Welsh trilogy. Part 1: Giselle Eagle, Ornithologist.

Giselle Eagle: Ornithologist. Just over a year ago, the very first blog posted for Mindfully Bertie was entitled “Dream Island”. A story about a beautiful island off the Welsh coast, and Bobby’s love affair with Pembrokeshire and its islands. A year later, we are back to start a Welsh season for Mindfully Bertie. Commencing with…


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