After a perishable food shop yesterday afternoon, along with this mornings procurement/despatch of final gifts, I’m just about ready for the big occasion…… Incidentally, that’s Christmas Day, not the Leeds Utd v Burnley football game on Boxing Day. The food shop undertaken after a 20 minute socially distanced queue to access the local Marks &…
Category: family
Creased
It’s 3pm on the last Sunday before Christmas Day 2020. Shortly. I’ll be firing up the oven to cook my mater and me a roast beef dinner; a small gesture by her eldest offspring in recognition of her washing/ironing his laundry earlier in the week. Laundry a task, even in her dotage, Mrs S senior…
Creaking
This morning, upon opening door 17 of the Strachan advent calendar, I was startled when confronted by a sharp creaking sound. Uncertain of its source, I concluded the noise had either emanated from my yet to warm up middle aged limbs, or was a consequence of rusty calendar door hinges. With the festive adornment’s cardboard composition, I swiftly…
Familial Xmas Traditions
It’s 16th December and the festive feel in chez Strachan is slowly intensifying. And, to be honest, how can GJ Strachan not be flushed with yuletide esprit when greeted by the word ‘Bollocks’ from behind window 16 of a Tourettes advent calendar bequeathed by son Jonny? Augmenting yuletide spirit further, the unmistakable redolence of spilled…
Roger, Over & Out
The inspiration being sought for today’s narrative topic wasn’t behind door number 14 on the advent calendar. Well, that’s unless I decide to pen a yarn about a red-nosed reindeer indulging in a game of table tennis – A subject path of which I’ve little inclination of embarking on. Consequently, I’m presently residing in my dining…
I’m Dreaming Of A S***e Christmas
At reveille this morning I lay in bed mulling over what the upcoming festive season on Planet COVID would bequeath. Amongst these notions, GJ Strachan attempted to recall how Christmas advents played out prior to my 2019 health issues, marriage split and the coronavirus pandemic. This act of recollection causing me to look back as…
Plummer’s Mate
With Christmas Day hurtling towards us with the speed of a linen basket dashing from a pair of the Grinch’s underpants, I’m concerned to be still awaiting delivery of a few festive gifts purchased in the middle of November…… In hindsight, perhaps it was misguided to order my daughter Rachel a pet sloth family as…
One, Two, Tree
Following yesterday’s efforts by her attention-seeking elder son, Mrs Strachan senior’s Christmas tree now stands imposingly in the front room bay window of her West Yorkshire abode. The artificial evergreen bringing a much needed hint of festive cheer and chromatic hue to the octogenarian’s lounge. Reading my previous sentence, some may suggest after penning artificial there’s…
If The Cap Fits
This week, it’s been ‘great’ to witness Brexit re-emerge from COVID’s shadows to once again clock up several column inches. These bulletins, relating to our great nations shambolic, lie laden campaign to gain our liberty from the European Union (EU), informing our populace the ‘oven ready Brexit’ promised by our prime minister isn’t quite as…