Rainbow’s, I’m Inclined to Pursue

“Call me irresponsible. Call me unreliable. Throw in undependable too…..” Words penned by Jimmy Van Heusen in the 1962 song Call Me Irresponsible, which seem to perfectly sum up the plumber I’ve enlisted to undertake work in my en suite. He was late last week when he came to price up the job and his…

Highlighter Pen House

Today is Karen’s second hospital appointment of the week; on this occasion for the receipt of ongoing monthly treatment. After over five years, she’s become so familiar to receptionists and nurses, they greet my spouse by first name…….. Or they would if her name was Arnold. Seriously though, the engaging manner of nursing staff at…

Lazy Movie Reviews

A year or so back I started a Twitter account called @MovieLazy, as an addition to my existing personal Twitter account @gjstrac63. It was inspired by a member of my family who, when I asked what six times Oscar winning 1942 movie ‘Mrs Miniver’ was about, answered “It’s about a woman called Mrs Miniver.” I…

A Ha’pputh of Slack

In the absence of a desk, I generally write my monologues sitting at the table in the dining area of maison de Strachan. During times of inspiration, I sit enthusiastically typing at speed before I lose my thread. This is interspersed with periods I’m bereft of ideas, when I’ll of gawp out the bay window onto…

My Baby’s One Today!

Yesterday morning I got a surprise when arriving at the breakfast table to be greeted with a smile and a cordial “Hello!” from my diminutive other half. The surprise wasn’t the cordiality of Karen’s greeting, moreover the fact we had a kitchen table. We certainly didn’t have when I retired to bed the previous evening!…

Almonds Are A Girls Best Friend

Recently an acquaintance relayed an assumption they’d formed about relationships, in particular those where one party suffered from terminal illness. They opined, that under those circumstances the partnership would be one of unrelenting cordiality. After all your relationship together is on borrowed time; how could you possibly argue anymore? Their presumption being, despite the patient and…

Hey Mr Postman

I’m in a high state of alert sitting penning this prose. Yours truly is under strict orders from my daughter Rachel not to move from the living room of maison de Strachan while she’s at work – A consequence of the expected arrival of an urgent package I’m required to sign for on behalf of…

That’s What It Is, Karen!

In the 1970’s BBC sitcom The Fall & Rise of Reginald Perrin, his workplace quack Doc Morrissey would frequently confess to his patients he hadn’t a clue what was wrong with them, before prescribing aspirin and an assurance of its curing qualities. It seems to me this incompetent general practitioner’s quackery has a far more…

Thanks For What You’re Doing

  “Thanks for what you’re doing.” Five shorts words (six if you count you’re as you are) that a supermarket customer felt compelled to convey to me yesterday. A short sentence of appreciation bestowed while donating to the cancer care charity I was stood collecting for. It wasn’t the most eloquent sentence I’d ever been…