A Shot in the Arm

It’s two days since my first coronavirus shot and I’m delighted to report that, as yet, I’ve not encountered any adverse side affects to the vaccination…… Well, apart from a brief period yesterday when, thinking I was Scandinavian comedienne Sandie Toksvig, yours truly started conversing in Danish. As GJ Strachan speaks none of Denmark’s mother…

Shoot That Metaphorical Arrow

Upon entering the living room in Chez Strachan on the morning of 14th February, I was greeted by an unexpected audible ping. With it being Valentines Day, the poet within me romanticised this aural distraction may’ve emanating from Cupid’s bow string. Its source the forceful triggering an arrow in my direction; a gesture of amour…

Up For The Cup

A few days back, in the narrative Adieu To Grandad Jack’s Ladders, I relayed the tale of chucking a 53 year old set of step ladders into a skip. This garbage receptacle hired for use in a purge a multitude of items garage in situ. These steps, which’d been my paternal grandfathers elevation aids, hadn’t…

Fragile

On Friday evening, I’d a telephone discussion with my son Jonathon. During our habitual mix of silly exchanges interspersed with the occasional sensible snippet, my eldest offspring and me mulled over the conundrum of him retrieving of a parcel he’d inadvertently addressed here (his childhood residence). This issue clouded by our desire not to breach…

Liberty Brings Responsibility

“Liberty brings with it responsibility. That is why most men dread it.” – George Bernard Shaw A quote yours truly read a few days back which, bearing in mind prevailing global social and political sentiment, resonated strongly with me. Shaw’s adage warning us with the gift of freedom comes an obligation. A duty to put…

Victory Despite The Distractions

As alluded to in yesterday’s narrative Variety Show, last night was Zoom quiz evening. Three hours during which seven like minded fellows engaged in inquisitorial combat. It’s victor afforded the spoils of a half empty 2 litre bottle of Castrol GTX motor oil and a bag of scampi that’d lain unloved for 17 years in…

Feast And Famine

First thing this morning, seeking to identify ingredients which’d contribute to this evenings culinary masterpiece, I undertook an impulsive audit of refrigerator items. Among these comestibles were half a bottle of coke, a half bottle of Pinot Grigio, three-quarters of a lemon, along two cheeses that’d seen better days….. Although, I suspect those better days…

Snow Place Like Home

This morning, drawing back my bedroom drapes was a catalyst to notions of a festive refrain which’s been much heard of late. This oft covered lament’s first verse proffering “The weather outside is frightful, yet inside it’s so delightful, and as there’s no place to go, let it snow!…. Let it snow!….. Let it snow!”…

Their Race Run

Bank Holiday Monday brought forth an early reveille for yours truly. Given a 8am – 1pm window for my boiler’s annual service, a rarely used watch alarm was set for 7.30am. Making my breakfast early on a cold, dark wintertide morn an activity I’d not undertaken for a long, long time. Footnote – All other…