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Yesterday evening, lockdown rules in certain areas of West Yorkshire and Lancashire were tightened again, following reports of COVID spikes in Greater Manchester and Yorkshire pennine mill towns. The only certainty about these new edicts, affecting around four million people, is the uncertainty they create. From what I understand, the populace in those areas cannot…

Life Lessons

Occasionally, while treading this creative path, I’m guilty of penning the odd piece of philosophical prose. These advocacies, aimed at making survival on this dysfunctional planet a tad more comfortable, proffered with tongue in cheek. Anyhow, for today’s chronicle I’ve decided to don my philosopher’s hat and provide my reader with the following whimsical lessons…

Putting Out Fires With Gasoline

Over the past two evenings I’ve lit two chiminea fires. Occasions where I’d sat contentedly adjacent to the pyre, while warmth from the blaze warmed my short clad legs and cockles of my heart…… Or should that be warmed the heartles of my…….. Ok, ok, stop that right now, Strachan! There’s fewer endorphin boosting redolences…

Reverence

For the third Father’s Day on the trot, it’s with tempered melancholy I’m unable to bestow the oft predictable trinkets I’d gift my dad on this day. Expressions whose value bore much more affectionate value than monetary, however, without exception thoroughly appreciated by my forebear. A habitual bottle of Chilean merlot and recently released musical…

Frozen Not Stirred

I’ve just heard an ice cream van in an adjacent street, which bore the James Bond theme as its chime. Deeming this a quirky alternative from the oft heard melodic chimes, such as ‘Greensleeves’ or ‘Whistle While You Work’, this soundscape was the catalyst to a wry grin adorning my visage. The aural backdrop placing…

Playing With Fire

If nothing else, the weather on planet COVID’s not been overly disagreeable in the past fortnight. Sure we’ve experienced a few gusty days which endeavoured to blow our garden parasol, along with a cluster of garden shrubs, into next week. However, the climates been temperate enough to afford regular tendering of chez Strachan’s flora and…

Failing To Curry Favour

With a soundscape of distant radio music and children’s brio while frolicking in nearby gardens, GJ Strachan perches garden patio table in situ. His self-appointed mission the scribbling of a second Spring Bank Holiday Monday chronicle. Sheltering from early afternoon solar rays under a hefty parasol, I’m currently afflicted by epiphany impotence. Potential topics for…

Your Mother Should Know!!

Solar rays and The Beatles Greatest Hits (1967-1970) album are my dining room companions this Friday evening. This pleasing visual and aural backdrop a perfect accompaniment to my glass of Pinot Grigio; my beverage of choice while gawping at freshly cut back lawns and newly regenerating spring time flora and fauna…… Seemingly, in these COVID-19 quarantined…