As lockdown protocols begin to ease in England, I suspect there’ll be individuals pondering how to diplomatically backtrack on their lockdown suggestions of “Let’s get together for a beer when this is all over.” In some cases, notions tendered to people disingenuously; foolish promises to acquaintances whose company they’d rather avoid. A friend falling into…
Category: depression
Crows Of The East
Endeavouring to reach the plateau of moving poetic prose my brother Ian produces in song lyrics, at the weekend I asked my younger sibling what his secret was. Misunderstanding to what I was alluding, Ian candidly responded his guilty secret was finding animated dog Scooby Doo adorable. Not wishing to dwell on this revelation, yours…
Respite
As I commence this prose, my brother Ian’s just left our mother’s home where he’s been providing me respite from carer to our mater. Him affording me a break from the caring role a huge fillip for his elder sibling. Another boon was my notoriously clumsy brother left the matriarchal gaff without breakage. An achievement…
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
At 7.50 am this morning, yours truly’s was faffing around updating the aesthetics of my blogging website strachan.blog. Consequential of this electronic cosmetic dilly dallying, the domain now possesses a fresh look and feel. Now displaying rejuvenated screens with a new sky blue background and dark berry text. This electronic metamorphosis a process which’s undertaken…
Saturday Scrawl
At 10am my first chore of the day, the construction of the remaining two Hygena kitchen table chairs, was completed earlier than anticipated, affording me extra time for Saturday’s scribble. The other pair assembled during a quieter period a fortnight ago. It’s fair to say, I’m spinning a few existential plates at the moment. In…
Put The Kettle On
Yesterday was St Patrick’s Day – For the second consecutive year, courtesy of coronavirus, Ireland’s drinking hostelries were remain closed on Paddy’s Day. The spiteful pathogen depriving likeminded Irish revellers of the euphoria afforded by celebrations in packed pubs. According to a Celtic acquaintance of mine, 17th March (St Patrick’s Day) is the supposed day…
Feast And Famine
First thing this morning, seeking to identify ingredients which’d contribute to this evenings culinary masterpiece, I undertook an impulsive audit of refrigerator items. Among these comestibles were half a bottle of coke, a half bottle of Pinot Grigio, three-quarters of a lemon, along two cheeses that’d seen better days….. Although, I suspect those better days…
A Happy Anniversary
Today sees the second anniversary of me suffering a heart attack. A major life, and nearly death, event making me acutely aware of the exactitude of oft used old cliche ‘Live every day as it’s your last’. Admittedly, I still don’t always adhere to that mantra, however, the episode has instilled in me a stronger…
Resolution Indiscipline
It’s the 1st January 2021, and the Christmas tree is down. I’ve no idea why it’s down, I’d have thought it’d been glad to see the end of the 365 day s***show that concluded at midnight. I’ll have to see if MiracleGro manufacture a horticultural version of prozac to pep the fella back up. Clearly,…