Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Sunday morning started off badly when, much to my chagrin, a visit to the pantry highlighted that casa Strachan was bereft of Marmite supplies. Tardiness and lethargy, which yesterday ran through my every vein, resulting in me forgetting on Saturday morning I'd used the last of of my usual toast accompaniment. Consequently, instead of my... Continue Reading →
Yesterday saw a drive to a Leeds Teaching Hospital for my wife to receive her four weekly oncology treatment, followed by an afternoon escorting mater food shopping at the White Rose Centre in Leeds. Today, there's gardening for the aforementioned Mrs Strachan senior, before a brief sojourn to the suburbs of York for some minor... Continue Reading →