No Friend Of Mine

Today sees the continuation of yours truly’s new daily trend of writing blogs prior to 6am. This novel practice a consequence of habitual insomnia; an affliction which ordinarily kicks in at around 4am every morning. The catalyst to this new reveille routine an irksome brew of one, two, or all, of the following;- Overheating due…

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…

Adapting to Dementia

More by chance than any Poirotesque slouthery on my part the mystery of chez Strachan’s missing toothpaste tube has been solved. The location of this gel receptacle, which disappeared moments after its arrival within these hallowed walls on Thursday, has baffled this house’s finest minds for the last forty eight hours. That being said, classing…

Night Skating

It’s 6.30am on a Saturday morning and I’ve just woken from the bizarre dream sequence which played out during slumber. This offbeat night vision’s plot line including involvement in a game of ice hockey while awaiting my car to be repaired at an adjacent garage. As these scenes manifested, I don’t know what surprised me…

“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…

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…

Thirsk

Friday saw me venture north to visit my son Jonathon and fiancee Jenny’s new home in the suburbs of Thirsk. A town which when I last visited, in December 2019, yours truly idiosyncratically described as follows in earlier prose:- “An enchanting North Yorkshire market town – Without doubt the most beguiling place I’ve visited which’s…

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…

Synchronised Snoring

With my brother Ian visiting for three night stay, I’d a two day sabbatical from writing over the weekend. Late nights, excessive imbibing of vino, gardening and building a wheelie bin store ensuring I’d neither the time or energy levels to wax lyrical. Feeling drained from lack of sleep and over the top thirst quenching,…