Siblings

Guestling on the page again. I astound myself with the frequency of my scribbling s but if you've got a story to tell best to tell it, my Uncle Norbert always told me. Uncle Norbert was an interesting man, he's long gone now, always turned out in his Edwardian garb a long cigarette holder clamped in his mouth, monocle glinting in the light, he used to shuffle around his vast baronial property, imparting advice and useless knowledge to anyone who would listen but occasionally if you caught him in a more lucid mood he could supply you with some sound guidance!
I digress,as is my habit, I want to tell you about my younger siblings.
I have two, a brother five years younger and a sister who is a lot younger and surprised my middle aged parents with her somewhat late arrival in their and our lives. My brother came along just as I had begun to believe I was the sole focus of my parents world, put my young nose out of joint for a while, I can tell you but I reluctantly accepted he was here to stay. He glories in the name of Bartholomew Middling Gilbern Thorn, we call him Barty and sometimes when he really irritates me , which is often, I refer to him as the Madling one, see what I did there!
My sister, a creature of such grace and beauty, that one could hardly credit that she is from the same seed that spawned Barty and I, was and is named Mirabelle Paroshka Candice Thorn and naturally we call her Mira.
When Mira was born I was in my mid-teens and Barty about ten, we were immediately both captivated and jealous of this creature who had mysteriously arrived so late to the family tree and have remained in her thrall ever since. I know she has us wrapped around a her finger as is the case with any man she encounters!
Barty and I have a fractious relationship, if that is the right description? Most of the time when were in out formative years and to this day, we rub along pretty well.
Barty wanted to do everything his big brother did, which is to be expected, however it was fairly obvious that in sporting matters at lest, he was the one who had been blessed with all the talent. A natural with anything to do with a ball or bat, it was often embarrassing to be outplayed by ones younger offspring. However when it comes to any common sense or modicum of  restraint, I'm afraid Barty was at the back of the line. He's not a bad cove but his judgement can be a little lacking and often his mouth and brain are not connected. Still he's done well for himself over the years and he and his wife Bobbie have a good life together, Bobbie is a fine designer and is sort after in that world. Sadly they have not produced any offspring for the good Lady and I to become Uncle and Aunt to but you can't have everything!. He does "something" in the banking world and all the recent troubles experienced in that business certainly did not stop Barty getting his "bonus". As he puts it,
I'm comfortable thank you Guesty old boy and if you need a few bob, well just ask
I never do, Lady Guestling and Barty, well lets just say they don't see eye to eye and if she even got a whiff that I had borrowed money from him, my stay in the doghouse would be prolonged! Trouble being that Barty could not keep it to himself and would be bound to let it slip at the most inappropriate moment. Shame, the old Guestling funds could do with the odd bung from ones younger brother to top up now and then but such is life!
As for Mira, well she grew in to the most delicate and beautiful young woman, an ethereal angel, with boys trailing in her wake, all trying to win her love, whilst she carelessly ignored them and broke their hearts. Oddly her own sex, seem to be just as fascinated with her and she has had many a proposal from females whom I understand prefer the love of another lady, strange but each to their own, I say, one mans, or woman's, meat and all that! She did let slip once that she had tried both sides of the fence, as it were, well I stopped her in short measure, there are some things even a brother should not know!
 I love her dearly, even though she does not quite exist in the  same time and space that the most of us resides in! The normal conventions of life do not seem to touch her and her beauty has ensured that there is always a willing man who is prepared to keep her in luxury.
She does descend from her cloud from time to time and is a very erratic but quite successful artist, whose pieces command outrageous sums and can be seen displayed in the private abodes of the rich and famous.
So there you have it a brief introduction to my two sibling's. It goes without saying that they look up to old Guesty and when guidance is needed they turn to their big brother, well where else would you turn, family is family eh!