Since post-noon last Thursday the nations figurehead, who portrayed the starring role within UK’s royal soap opera for seven decades, has lain bereft of life in Scotland. Of course, unless you’ve lived in a hole for four days, you’ll be fully aware of this bulletin. And even then, such is the episode’s global scale and…
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Chronicle for Katelan
I’ve a topic request for today’s blog. Well, that’s not strictly true as it was the style of writing, not the actual subject matter within the paragraphs, which I was asked to alter for this post. The request coming from my Ossett squeeze Sarah’s youngest daughter Katelan who, during a literary critique of my penmanship,…
A Cat Called Nigel
Today (hopefully) sees the the commencement of calm after the storm of moving from one West Yorkshire residence to another. An odyssey starting in January when my siblings and I first marketed our late parents abode; an episode which ended as 2022’s ninth month dawned. Footnote – Incidentally, I’m not singling out West Yorkshire as…
Driving In My Car
In a dispassionate act, aimed at easing potential transportation issues for my fragrant chum Sarah’s two young grandkids (Rory & Gracie), yesterday I included Ossett’s finest onto my car insurance cover. The rationale behind the indemnity modification (well, apart from me being an inherently kind fella), was a conclusion my four door vehicle would provide…
A Question
To commence this monologue I’ve a question for you, my dear reader. Don’t worry it’s nothing overly technical or scientific; not that you wouldn’t have the erudition to deal with any inquiry I posed, I hasten to add….. Hopefully that disclaimer will cut off any hate mail at the pass. Anyhow here’s the catechism of…
Life Without The Scamps
Despite being very happy with life in the Wakefield apartment whose occupancy I’ve just undertaken, my brio levels are somewhat impaired by tenancy edicts barring me from looking after canine buddies Deano and Zella. Consequently the furry duo, who’ve lived with me for a couple months at my late mother’s home, have returned to reside…
New Writing Venue
I’ve not written a blog for nearly a fortnight now. This literary hiatus consequential of time restraints borne from moving from my late parents home into an apartment on Wakefield city centre’s periphery. As with anyone undergoing a similar residential transfer will attest, this is a process necessitating the onerous task of packing away all…
Can’t Take That Away
Within the next seven days I’m hoping to receive keys to the Wakefield centre flat which’ll shortly become my nouvelle demeure. A rental residence which’ll hopefully become base for the new start yours truly seeks following sale of his parent’s home. A completion date of 2nd September for our (my siblings and GJ Strachan’s) former…
Yorkshire Day
1st August 2022 – Whether they’re spending the next few hours bah t’at or wi’ t’at, I’d like to wish my fellow Tykes a Happy Yorkshire Day. For the uninitiated who’re confused about this tattery of which I speak, they’re references to lyrics within the unofficial Yorkshire folk anthem On Ilkley Moor Bah T’at. It’s…