Included within my email inbox, today I spotted an invitation to a virtual whisky and oyster tasting session. Ordinarily, I don’t pay much mind to the well-meaning electronic teasers aimed at improving my existential lot in recompense for lightening my wallet of a few bob. Transactions I’m assured which’d not only provide me with life-enhancing…
Category: depression
All Rise!
In yesterday’s blog Grand Designer, I touched upon the thorny topic of god’s existence. A debate fed by a toxic existential brew of prevailing discontent borne from a painful ligament injury,, challenges of being my mother’s full-time carer, life under COVID, along with some pretty unpalatable life events encountered within the last decade . Footnote…
Grand Designer
After reading elevation would aid the healing process of my strained lateral knee ligament, yesterday evening I retired to bed early with my trusty laptop to watch a movie. Incidentally, by elevation I’m referring to sitting with the wounded limb at a horizontal angle to the rest of my body. I’m pretty sure the well-meaning…
Back On Crutches
As I commence this daily chronicle my laptop clock has just clicked onto 4.40am – A decision to pen these paragraphs at this ungodly hour a consequence of being unable to slumber. This a consequence of suffering extreme discomfort following re-straining my right lateral knee ligament, which I initially injured four weeks ago.. To clarify,…
Dusty
During a routine tidy of a little used storage area within chez Strachan, I stumbled upon on old car first aid kit of my fathers. One look at this ageing collection of bandages, plasters, lints, micropore tape et al, revealing the old man’d procured this medical mishmash a good few years back. In fact, upon…
It Is What It Is
I feel moved to enter the idiom ‘It is what it is’ at some point within today’s narrative. As this journal is a literary riff, only time will tell whether yours truly fulfils that aspiration. Although, as the oft used saying is actually present in the first sentence of this narrative, I guess by definition…
On A Roll
I’m currently making the most of sitting in an environment of rare serenity in chez Strachan. For the first time in a week I’m writing a blog without a distracting background soundscape, such as the murmur of daytime TV, nor the thunderous snoring of my mother or Coco (the canine buddy I’m dog sitting until…
Spectrum of Emotions
Well, my little buddy Coco appeared to enjoy a splendid birthday on Thursday. Sure, it wasn’t an occasion playing out with any great pomp and circumstance – The beautiful Labrador/retriever cross’s official arrival into middle age not celebrated with a marching band, elaborate firework display or quaffing of champers. However, my poochy pal still managed…
Excuses
Sitting in the newly renovated patio area dubbed ‘Mally’s Bar’ after my late father, there’s soundscape of birdsong as a backdrop to journaling these observations. As if conducted by Sir Simon Rattle, this ensemble of blackbird, blue tit, magpie and wood pigeon treating yours truly to a beautifully melodic tweet arrangement. Their tuneful arioso drowning…