Whimsical Journals/Caricatures From Deep Within A Capricious Mind
I’m feeling inordinately disorientated this morning. Allied to continually losing my thread, I’m asking ill thought out questions of the…
Within the last couple of days I’ve been laid low with the noravirus. A pathogen which, although I’m assured isn’t…
At the weekend, sitting amongst chromatic scenes afforded by chez Strachan’s back garden. it struck me how I need to…
Yesterday I wrote a series of absurd questions in preparation or a bi-weekly Zoom quiz with buddies that evening. These…
As the metaphorical ink dries on the figurative blog parchment in front of me, I’m engaged in a staring contest…
It’s pretty quiet within the hallways and chambers of chez Strachan as I write. Apart from sporadic creaking of French…
I spent the predominant period of my weekend a few miles away in West Yorkshire’s Gawthorpe village; located on Ossett’s…
It’s Mental Health Awareness Month in the UK. As someone who’s experienced the all-consuming joylessness of depression I felt it’d…
Individuals who know me will vouch, when it comes to what makes me laugh, I’m sporadically liable to regress back…
At around midday yesterday yours truly walked a tentative, yet still curious, canine into an Ossett dog grooming salon. Bereft…
