As part of today’s three hours respite from being my mum’s carer, I’m sat writing at a White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) coffee house. This treat afforded me from midday every Monday when I hand over my metaphorical carers baton to Maggie’s sitter Janine. Consequently, each Monday when the clock strikes 12 noon I dash…
Category: depression
After A Word From Our Sponsor
Due to the fact they were earning me a pittance, not to mention feeling they detracted from the ‘kerb appeal’ of my website pages, yesterday I removed the advertisement functionality on strachan.blog . Upon hearing that news, you may proffer “Why don’t you just write to a standard which’d attract a larger readership audience and…
Desperately Seeking Kudos
My mum’s dementia induced episodes continue apace. Not that I should be overly surprised by that cognitive landscape – After all, this mentally degenerative disease will only further rob her of analytical wherewithal; the question is merely how quickly the condition worsens. It’s not as though this life ruining cur will one day get bored…
Where Have You Gone?
After a week of overpowering heat, thankfully this morning’s West Yorkshire meteorological landscape incorporates a much needed cooling zephyr. Who knows, this evening we sleep deprived folk’ll manage to secure our first half decent kip for a week. GJ Strachan at last being able to function in daylight hours without an accompanying jet-lag type befuddlement….
“Esther”
At 4.45am this morning, unable to sleep, I stumbled upon and watched a YouTube clip containing an amalgam of opening titles from a 1970’s/80’s BBC magazine show called ‘Nationwide’ (NW). To clarify, this unlikely video vignette landed randomly onto my Facebook timeline. I’d not idiosyncratically googled this compilation during arbitrary nostalgic pangs to witness opening…
Lavender
A fragrant redolence of lavender accompanies me while penning today’s literary output in Mally’s Bar (the garden patio area I’ve named after my late father) . Its source, you’ll be unamazed to learn, a lavender bush situated around two feet to my left. This pleasant bouquet soon to be enhanced further by six (soon to…
Reclaiming The Ensign?
I begin this prose with a woolly head, consequential of yesterday evening’s celebrations following England’s progression to the final of Euro 2020. A hard fought victory over Denmark, setting up a game with Italy on Sunday to secure European football champions bragging rights. National fever born from Gareth Southgate’s boys’ achievement seemingly a catalyst to…
Sounding Like A Plan
This morning I spoke to a friend who told me he’d met a new girlfriend online. I’m assuming he meant their initial rendezvous took place on a dating website, not that he’d to untie her from a train track like a silent movie hero…… Perhaps, I should be a bit more inquisitive. According to my…
Freedom
Yesterday the UK government announced that in a couple of weeks the wearing of masks in English shops will no longer be mandatory. When I say English shops, I of course mean shops in England; not COVID restriction easing only applies to retail outlets with indigenous Anglo owners. An edict which’d understandably cause consternation amongst…