After a minor inconvenience or two yesterday afternoon, the 2020 Christmas tree stands proudly in the Strachan lounge. Although, staring in it’s direction from this angle I’ve just noticed the star atop the Scandinavian Fir is tilting slightly to the right. Excuse me a moment, I’ve got to remedy that or my OCD will wreak…
Category: family
Upping Festive Euphoria Levels
I’m back on housesitting duty at my marital home today. My estranged wife’s return to her County Durham childhood home, caring for her ailing father, affording me a further few weeks of residency in my former abode of twenty three years. As I’m going to be residing in the aforementioned east Leeds abode during the…
The Very Worst Of Winters
As December grasps the calendar baton from November, whose watch matched the previous eight months starkness on Planet COVID, apparently snow is forecast in West Yorkshire for the coming days. If this was Canada, Amazon delivery vans would be changing to snow tyres, gritters/ploughs would be working around the clock and elk would be building…
Just Another Day
As November saunters moribundly towards it’s dawn, we prepare for the advent of Christmas 2020. A festive period which’ll be unprecedented in the half century plus I’ve existed on this earth. Coronavirus resulting in having to purchase my turkey donning a mask. Incidentally, that’s me adorning the face covering. The turkey, its race already run,…
The Fly
With my estranged wife returning back to Leeds from County Durham today, I’m residing back at my mums residence on the Wakefield borders. An event which’s proved a catalyst to melancholy on my part. Despite always endeavouring to take a positive from any existential episode, since yesterday’s re-departure of my marital home I remain bereft…
I’d Do Anything
I spent yesterday evening wrapping familial festive gifts. Bereft of a Star Trek style transporter, under COVID restrictions, I’m as yet unclear how I’ll deliver my loved ones these tokens of affection. This conundrum exacerbated by my family being spread across multiple English counties, who’re adhering to various tier edicts. North Yorkshire, Tyne & Wear,…
Restoration of Faith
Over recent years, a melting pot of stark existential episodes have seriously diminished my faith in a higher power. These seemingly endless imposters dinting my belief in a holy trinity and, after a series of poor performances, rugby team Wakefield Trinity. Although my dad wasn’t religious, my mum brought my siblings and me up to…
Don’t Look Back In Anger
Last night’s slumber incorporated a dream sequence where my estranged wife and I became embroiled in a heated argument. I’m unsure what these confrontational night visions meant, but it was refreshing to be back bickering after months of cordiality….. I bizarrely kinda missed it. Although still apart, over the last few months our relationship has…
Embracing The Solitude
Housesitting my marital home continues into its final week; for the time being anyhow. In preparation for her monthly oncology treatment, my estranged wife returning from her father’s abode this coming weekend. On receipt of her treatment she’ll be returning back north to County Durham where she’ll care for her indisposed forebear. Remaining at her…