Spitalfields 2017.

Posted on 07/01/2018 By

Spitalsfield Life: Beigels.

Christmas Day Morning in Spitalfields 2017.

A few years ago Bobby read a glowing book review of Spitalfields Life. By the Gentle Author (GA). He bought the book. Took it to Skomer Island and read it avidly for a whole week. Little did he know that was the start of an adventure. Not just in words, but in footsteps. Culminating in waking up this Christmas morning in Spitalfields with just me, a teddy bear, for company. (more…)


I Died Today…

Posted on 31/12/2017 By

I Died Today: Lighting a Candle to Diddley in Norwich Cathedral.

I Died Today…

I Died Today: The original handwritten poem (slightly edited...)

The original handwritten poem (slightly edited…)

Gor blimey Bobby. Who do you think you are. Shakespeare? This blog is supposed to be fun. Entertaining. Cheerful. Not bleedin miserable. (Sarf London). I Died Today?

But, of course, there is a point and a story or two, or three or four. But first, if you are lucky enough, give him or her a big hug from us. Bear hugs are best, but don’t squeeze too tight. (more…)

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Little White Bear.

Posted on 24/12/2017 By

Little White Bear: Compton, Surrey (a Bobby drawing).

Little White Bear.


Little White Bear: Listen with Bertie!

Listen with Bertie!

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 once. Why now?”

Bertie: “Well, I don’t know what your name is, or even if you are a boy or a girl.”

LWB: ”That’s it. Nor do I. I am a ‘Bear Without a Name’ (see The Kitchen Window) or Identity. Nobody cares. Bobby bought me the same year he bought you from the same teddy shop. 1991. He immediately called you Bertie. Took you to Scotland years later as best man when he married Diddley. Had all sorts of adventures that you never shared with me. And you even became chief mourner at the funeral. And now you are soaking up the love and praise in the other room with Bobby 2 and Betty, leaving me on this couch alone. Writing your own blog. Becoming more and more famous. While I sit on this couch without even a name.”

Little White Bear: Sofa Bear!

Sofa Bear!

Bertie: “The trouble is, Little White Bear, that Bobby never had a teddy bear. I was his first. His son, Andrew, started collecting posh bears in the 1980s and even called his first flat “Nutwood” after Rupert Bear.

Little White Bear: The Followers of Rupert.

The Followers of Rupert.

If you read the first blog, it’s all there. I am going to ring Andrew now and find out about those bears.”

Andrew: “Yes, I still have most of them. In the loft.”

Bertie: ”WHATTT!!! Even Paddington?”

Andrew: ”Oh, I sold him…”

Bertie: ”Ohhhh. Ooooerr. Oh dear.”

LWB: ”No respect for a bear’s feelings. In the loft! Sold. Slavery comes to mind. But then you’re not much better ignoring me for 26 years!”

Bertie: ”Right! That’s it. You really are getting on my goat now. So I’ll tell you the truth. Bobby thinks you are bleedin miserable (Sarf London). Always downtrodden. Cheesed off”

LWB: ”It’s not my fault. It’s my beads. You have stuffing. I have beads. And not enough, it would seem, so my head droops. I am posher than you you know. And English. You are foreign. And common!”

Bertie: ”Gor, love a duck! Whatever next. But there is one thing you should think about. There have been lots of bears here, but now it’s just you and me. I think Bobby could warm to you if you made an effort.”

LWB: ”What about Brooklands Bertie? I cost ten times what Bobby paid for him!”

Bertie: ”A toy. I’ll tell you what. It’s not good for my image, having you all grumpy about me. So come in here with us and I will make you an offer!“

Little White Bear: The Three Amigos?

The Three Amigos?

It’s true. I am becoming famous. And I have influence. How about me running a competition with my adoring followers? The entries can be judged by you to decide if you are a boy or a girl and what your name is? The winner gets a prize. A Bobballs!



  1. You can help me on some blogs, starting today as a model. So try to be cheerful and
  2. You can help me rescue those bears of Andrew’s trapped in his loft!

LWB: ”All I really want is a Name. Being a boy or a girl doesn’t really matter for a teddy bear. With a name, maybe people will start to like me. Maybe I will become famous like you!”

Bertie: ”Maybe. But first, let’s see how you look in some familiar settings in Laurel Cottage.”

Little White Bear: Amongst Bobby's plane collection.

Amongst Bobby’s plane collection.

Little White Bear: Hot Stuff!

Hot Stuff!

Little White Bear: "You are going into a deeeep sleeeeep!

You are going into a deeeep sleeeeep!

“Umm not bad.

…and now for a bit of promotional work. These may become blogs and are largely to do with Bobby’s younger days. Not every week. But now and again.”

Little White Bear: Czechoslovakia. Australia.

Czechoslovakia. Australia.

Little White Bear: India, Belgium, France, Cuba.

India, Belgium, France, Cuba.

Little White Bear: England, USA, India.

England, USA, India.

Little White Bear: Deutschland, Italia, America, Great Britain.

Deutschland, Italia, America, Great Britain.

Little White Bear: Canada, America, Ireland, Germany, France, the World.

Canada, America, Ireland, Germany, France, the World.

Little White Bear: Compton, Surrey (a Bobby drawing).

Compton, Surrey (a Bobby drawing).

Little White Bear: Love letters from Skomer Island.

Love letters from Skomer Island.

“Not bad Little White Bear. You do have a certain appeal. But we must get you a name.

So, Dear Reader, please send your entry for a name, male or female, to the comments box or by email. Winner gets a highly desirable Bobballs.


The Sad Bears of West Street revisited. https://www.mindfullybertie.org.uk/blog-for-betty-boop/. It’s a year since we discovered the true story of the Sad Bears of West Street. Well, they are back. For Christmas only. Too posh to play with. Too tatty, too. Tattiness increases value…

This year I went down, with my elf helper Kyla, to see the Sad Old Bears. But recognised that there was a sad bear in Laurel Cottage. Waiting for a Name.

Little White Bear: Sad Bears

Sad Bears

I Don’t Believe It!

Victor Meldrew "I Don't Believe It"!

I Don’t Believe It!

Little White Bear: This pannel is currently out of order. sorry for any inconvinience this may cause.

This pannel is currently out of order. sorry for any inconvinience this may cause.

Best caption Cmpetishun!

Please submit entries to the comments box or by email. Winner wins the second Bobball.

Lighting a candle for Diddley at the Ramblers Rest.

At the Ramblers Rest, where Bobby first took me 25 years ago. His friends at the Legal and General had organised a redundancy party, but his wife at the time threw a wobbly so he took me.

Little White Bear: 1992


So here we are. Twenty five years later. 2017. The Three Amigos. Totalling 113 years of service at the same office. 22 of them at the same time. Lighting a Candle for Diddley.

Little White Bear: Lighting a Candle for Diddley - Rob, Bobby and Dave. The Ramblers Rest, Chipstead Valley, Surrey.

Rob, Bobby and Dave. The Ramblers Rest, Chipstead Valley, Surrey.

Little White Bear: The Ramblers Rest

The Ramblers Rest


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Cotswold Granny.

Posted on 17/12/2017 By

Cotswold Granny: Bisley, where Margaret Long grew up. Always remembering that rural England in those days was true hardship. Nowadays the Cotswolds villages are highly sought after bearing no resemblance to working life a century ago.

Cotswold Granny.

It’s very nearly Christmas. Here at Mindfully Bertie we have a very special present for you. Our first book/booklet. Published in its 14 page entirety. Just as it was written in the fair hand of Diddley’s Cotswold Granny. Entitled “Things I Remember”. It’s best read in her beautiful handwriting but, if that is a problem, there is a type written script further down the blog.

Margaret Long was born in the five valleys of Stroud in January 1910. Living until 2001, she was Diddley’s Cotswold Granny. Her granddaughter had lots of stories about her, but this is Margaret’s story when she was growing up in Bisley in rural Gloucestershire. High up in the Cotswolds; surrounded by the valleys of Slad, the Golden Valley and Toadsmoor. Diddley told Bobby her granny had given her this book, but Bobby had never seen it until he was going through her own memorabilia recently. Inevitably, being written in Laurie Lee’s Cider with Rosie country, it is reminiscent of that era, but in fact represents a time probably a little earlier than his masterpiece.

Cotswold Granny: Margaret Long. Diddley’s Cotswold Granny. Seen here with Vicky her beloved dog when she stayed at Laurel Cottage before Bobby’s time there.

Margaret Long. Diddley’s Cotswold Granny. Seen here with Vicky her beloved dog when she stayed at Laurel Cottage before Bobby’s time there.


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The Kitchen Window.

Posted on 10/12/2017 By

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. But we hear that only a small proportion goes their way anyway. And there is the question of misrepresentation as a result. Whatever – here’s the electronic version of Mindfully Bertie. If you don’t get one through the post, let us know.

The Kitchen Window: Merry Christmas - with love from Bertie.

Merry Christmas – with love from Bertie.


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Small Talk Saves Lives.

Posted on 03/12/2017 By

Small Talk Saves Lives: Wastwater Lake District. A finalist in Landscape Photographer of the Year.

Small Talk Saves Lives.

Small Talk Saves Lives: Samaritans' Poster "Talk to us if things are getting to you."

Samaritans’ Poster “Talk to us if things are getting to you.”

Hasn’t it been a wonderful autumn! Here in the Surrey Hills that surround Laurel Cottage, the beech trees take your breath away. But, as I write this, the temperature is dropping, the wind gathering, followed by the leaves. Or as Eva Cassidy sang…

The falling leaves
Drift by my window
The falling leaves of red and gold.

I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold.

I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall. (more…)


The Biggest Aspidistra in the World … Maybe.

Posted on 26/11/2017 By

Aspidistra: Looking Good!

The Aspidistra.

Aspidistra: A gloomy corner

A gloomy corner.

Aspidistra: Gracie Fields.

Gracie Fields.

Deep in in a gloomy corner of the dining room of Laurel Cottage lurks a dark green monster with long pointed teeth. Diddley hated it for its gloomy, “never doing anything”, dust gathering, countenance. To Bobby, it is his most treasured plant possession. A plant with history, charisma, and a longer life than any other plant he has been associated with. Trees excluded. It is a plant with mysterious connotations. One that symbolises a bygone age and the values associated with it. A plant Bobby has never seen in anybody else’s house. And yet over 100 years ago it was in most houses in the land because of its legendary survival qualities. The Aspidistra! (more…)


Remembrance of Private Evan Davies.

Posted on 19/11/2017 By

Private Evan Davies: Remembered with honour.

Private Evan Davies.

Poor old Bobby. His bonce is all over the place. So many family issues. So much emotion from the passing of Amber. When five grandchildren took over Laurel Cottage last weekend, Bobby slunk off to the the room at the bottom of the garden. Soon to be featured in “Room at the Top”. It has all you need. Heated radiator. Fold down bed. 1970s HiFi system. Records, tapes, CDs. Cobwebs and junk. The garden has an outside toilet. None the less there were a few little “tensions”.

The occasion was to take Amber’s three nieces to her flat in North London by car. There they would find boxes for each from her and an invitation to look at what else might be desirable. For a very sophisticated, stylish lady this was an irresistible invitation to her nieces. But a crowded car driven by Bobby right through London and back even more crowded was quite a challenge.

It was also Remembrance Sunday. Something observed with great respect by Diddley and Bobby. To Bobby’s eternal regret he forgot to tell them the big reason why Diddley was so keen on respectful observance. Private Evan Davies. (more…)

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A Great Success (Over GAD).

Posted on 12/11/2017 By

Great Success: Bobby's "Racing" Cortina. Hahaha!

A Great Success!

Gor blimey … ere we go again. We were going to tell you about our latest trip to “ee by gum country”. But, instead, his mind has been hijacked, and he wants you to know about his Great Success. Just over a week ago.

What I am about to tell you, with a few pictures and music chucked in, may inspire you. Or leave you thinking … whattttt? For this is the world of GAD (Generalised Anxiety Disorder) again and the GREAT SUCCESS. Here is the catalyst.

Great Success: Bank Card & Business Card.

Bank Card & Business Card.



A Lifetime in Ties.

Posted on 05/11/2017 By

Ties: Tie Selection.

A Lifetime in Ties.

Bobby has never really liked ties. Most of his life they have been worn for convention. School and office work, where the “rules” had to be obeyed. To him they represent restriction. Having to wear appropriate shirts. Mums and wives consigned to endless ironing to satisfy the daily fresh shirt.

Ties: Some bears can carry them off, Bobby - err, nah!

Some bears can carry them off, Bobby – err, nah!

When he retired, he took the vast majority of office shirts and ties to the charity shop. Finding himself on his own now, the iron has only come out twice. To iron my bow tie. (more…)


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