Unacceptable

My recent behaviour, borne from the strains of being a carer to a dementia patient, has degenerated to such an extent I can only describe my current demeanour to be that of a functioning Tourettes sufferer. The level of my cursing in prevailing times, particularly when pacing chez Strachan like a caged lion, is completely…

Cheque Mate

The cheque for my feature in August’s edition of The Dalesman magazine arrived in yesterday’s post. This promissory note almost inadvertently ended up in my garbage bin within its discarded envelope which, unbeknown to me, housed the slip alongside an already removed copy of the aforementioned publication. Thinking the mail delivery solely contained a gratis…