Whimsical Journals/Caricatures From Deep Within A Capricious Mind
At 7.50 am this morning, yours truly’s was faffing around updating the aesthetics of my blogging website strachan.blog. Consequential of this electronic cosmetic dilly dallying, the domain now possesses a fresh look and feel. Now displaying rejuvenated screens with a new sky blue background and dark berry text. This electronic metamorphosis a process which’s undertaken…
One of the quirks of recently embarking on my full-time carers role is the mischievous providential sorcery which comes with the job. Fate taking it upon itself to spontaneously issue the carer with additional tasks at the most inopportune of moments. Since I’ve commenced the ’employ’ supporting my mother, almost every occasion a meal is…
Due to a few of our groups unavailability, who’d more pressing appointments, Thursday nights bi-weekly online quiz was cancelled. Consequently, the questions prepared for this clambake remained unused; instead gathering metaphorical dust on my laptop hard drive. Of course, I could’ve saved these intentionally absurd inquiries until the next online get together. However, hamstrung by…
It’s Good Friday – A time when christians around the globe congregate to mark the crucifixion of Christ. The son of God condemned to death by Pontus Pilate at the request of the Sanhedrin. Jesus’ alleged crime that of claiming to be the King of the Jews, along with a lesser trumped-up charge of misspelling…
I’ve just been unpacking a bulky new fridge which, when being shifted by GJ Strachan in isolation, felt so heavy and vast I wouldn’t have surprised me to learn it possessed it’s own zip code. Now unpacked and garage in situ, the huge silver coloured ‘construction’ now looking down on everything in its adjacent proximity….
Sitting at the kitchen table, around a foot from my right ear the first of three loads of washing is undertaking its final spin. As you’d probably deduce, location within close proximity to this cacophony is hampering evoking blog topic notions. Nevertheless, being the stoic chronicler I am, I’ll soldier on despite this distraction. Construction…
It’s taken as read COVID-19 self-isolation isn’t an ideal situation in which to spend ones existence. Consequently, for one day only, I’ll not spout about folks disenchantment at deprivation consequential of coronavirus lockdown edicts. A literary strategy which’d deservedly expose me to criticism of condescension and ‘stating the bleeding obvious’ from accusers. Instead, yours truly…