Only Tools &……

Upon departing my marital home in late 2019, wanting to avoid my estranged wife being bereft of DIY utensils I left my existing set for her to use going forward. Consequently meaning I’d cause to procure a brand new toolkit. Not unsurprisingly, she didn’t thank me for this benevolence, Instead, in a fit of trademark…

Justifying The Apathy

It’s 1.31pm on Sunday 18th July and I feel moved to commence a second narrative of the day. I’m unsure why I’ve chosen to pen this rare daily sequel; after all, as it stands I’ve nothing really to report. Well, apart from nearly hacking the end of my thumb off with a cheese slicer while…

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…

Hypocrisy

Yesterday teatime, while yours truly hovered over the bbq grill listening to talkSport on the radio, the serenity of my soul was soured by an item relating to England football fans. In particular a description of one England fan’s behaviour before, during and after England’s Euro 2020 final game with Italy. Incidentally, when saying hovering…

“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…

Without A Thought

Like a weeping trench foot infection, this Sunday a less salubrious side of my nations social zeitgeist oozed toxically during England failure to secure the Euro 2020 trophy. Supporters behaviour providing evidence, if any were needed, of the ‘without thought for others’ culture flowing through a section of misguided Englanders veins. Before proceeding yours truly…

Dagger in the Heart

Sadly, yesterday evening England’s dreams of becoming European football champions washed away like the roadside muck currently flowing down my street in prevailing rain water. At around 10.50pm, like the swift swipe of a conductor’s baton concludes an orchestral symphony, a defeat on penalties abruptly ending the nations hopes of victory Although only the first…