Four days ago, in the blog https://strachan.blog/2024/04/20/quite-a-weekend/ , I wrote a postcard of a recent short break with a family who have recently taken pity and adopted me.  The brood in question, belonging to my beau Sarah, who have generously welcomed me into their loving arms… And closed wallets, the tight gets! With my own family scattered…

Things have been lax on the literary front of late. A break away at the weekend, along with my writing mojo taking a hiatus, limiting my time at the typewriter. I have no idea where the mojo ventured, however as it brought me back a box of shortbread biscuits I’m guessing Scotland. A little further…

It was an order delivered in stern West Yorkshire tones. “Alexa, tern off!” barked at her smart speaker to hush a song distracting the 50-something lass’s concentration during a phone call with her beau.  Irrespective of the girl’s brusque enunciation, instructions dutifully adhered to by Amazon’s artificial intelligence (AI) goddess. For the uninitiated, “Tern off!” is a West Leeds…

It’s April Fools Day. Consequently, we’ll have a day littered with inane pranks, silly stories and tiresome practical jokes… In other words it’s a dozen or so hours of business as usual at maison de Strachan. I find some practical jokes whimsical and innovative. For instance, yours truly was amused upon hearing an acquaintance’s prank…

In lieu of the Gods of Time Management, Itinerarius & Diarius, depriving me opportunity to pen a blog this 17th March, I enclose a St Patricks Day narrative penned during Covid lockdown for your delectation/indifference (delete where applicable). Don’t get me wrong, today’s lack of ‘white space’ not borne from plans to overindulge on the ‘black…