I ventured to a wondrous place this afternoon. In the company of my wife and mon mater we journeyed to a domain where there was a santa’s grotto, a plethora of garden lighting consumables, more pot pours than the Frank Edward’s Pot Pourri Emporium and bejewelled gardening gloves fit for Liberace……. Well they would be if…
Month: October 2017
Mystery Solved
As the reluctant new head of the family, I recently took ownership of my dad’s key ring fob, This promotion the consequence of my dad passing last Wednesday. The venue for the ceremony was the villages mobile library. The van a veritable goldmine of literary classics, amongst them a profanasourus, and an unofficial biography of actor…
Mission Improbable
It’s 1553 hour on Sunday 15th October as I commence this chronicle de ma journee. The delay in the penning of these cursory lexilogical meanderings not through procrastination on my part, moreover indulging in higher priority horticultural maintenance for mater. Your mission (the reader), should you wish to accept it, is to read the following…
Which St Michael’s Is It?
An old acquaintance, who contacted me to send their condolences after hearing of my father’s passing on Wednesday, recommended an effective way of dealing with grief is to occupy my mind with a distraction. He’s never had to deal with the passing of a close family member but on his recent college course one of…
Watch Out For That Candle, Ian!
I have had the pleasure of my younger brother’s company at chez Strachan these last few days. Two years my junior, our Ian is renowned as an accident-prone chap who has smashed more crockery than a Greek restaurant waiter. Haphazard of nature, he is barred from every crockery outlet in the county of Tyne & Wear where he lives with…
Raising A Glass
I didn’t feel compelled to sit down and pen my daily thoughts yesterday. The darkness of the place I found myself following the passing of my father overnight prohibiting any creative want……. On reflection, perhaps grieving alone in the cupboard under the stairs wasn’t such a good idea after all. Our beloved family head passed away peacefully…
The Wrath of Karma
I’m unable to visit my dad in the hospice with the rest of the family until this afternoon. The consequence of Karma, in her infinite wisdom, decreeing my past misdemeanours warrant a current existence of two close family members with incurable illness. I’m unsure what’s caused Karma’s wrath, but I’m beginning to regret stealing segments of my brother’s Terrys…
Serenity in Stanley
Since embarking on this literary voyage, I’ve written these tales of inanity in a multitude of establishments. Today’s offering is being penned in, or just outside, my moribund dad’s room in a West Yorkshire hospice. The circumambulating atmosphere a justapos of the distressing sight of witnessing a loved one’s suffering in the last hours of…
Dream Within A Dream
Updated tongue in cheek tribute to Edgar Allan Poe on the anniversary of his death…..