Brass Monkeys?

On wandering downstairs this morning I concluded prevailing temperatures to be pretty mild for this time of year. Looking out onto my garden, I’m assuming this warmer climate is a major factor in the lack of notable deciduous leaf fall. A sight leading to me suggest Fall appears reticent to drag its chromatic posterior from…

Autumn Dawn

Autumn has crept menacingly towards us in a fashion similar to the slugs making daily visits to feast upon the moribund petunias and begonia residing in my patio pots. These plants as helpless at the hands of the molluscs as we are to whims of the weather….. Well, unless I can find my bloody slug…

Autumn Sun

Looking out through French doors leading from chez Strachan’s dining room to the rear garden, low autumnal solar rays highlight unsightly grime upon the glasswork. Muck consequential of recent West Yorkshire precipitation…… Looks like we’ll witness the windolene, a cloth and chamois leather later today. Thankfully, though, the rain residue isn’t bad enough to deprive…

Anniversary Stoicism

It’s 1st of October, the final quarter of 2019’s. A date that’s the anniversary of a few major life events that’ve touched my existence. Included among those episodes are the wedding anniversary of my parents, the date I commenced in full-time employment and being Best Man of a good friend from the north east of…

Full Stella Mode

Yesterday, I took an impromptu trek to the Junction 32 Retail Outlet, Castleford. A drive I embarked upon with aspirations of acquiring new clothing to improve my sartorial elegance this autumn. Not to mention continuing my vain charade believing I’m not a middle aged man and am ‘with it’ fashion wise……. Although, me just using…

A Right Small Glass

This morning, I’m greeted by a beautiful array of colours while I peer bleary eyed through my dining room window. Enhanced by the late autumnal sun, the deep orange of pyracantha, burgundy of sedum and multiple tinctures of winter pansies stare contentedly back at me. In front of me lays a view that’s literally a sight for sore eyes. Basking in solar rays…

Jeepers Creepers

As well as feeding off the therapeutic qualities of offloading my epiphanies, I try use these daily narratives as a diary. A literary journal of this current existential rollercoaster ride; an unwanted journey that I sometimes wish I’d failed the height restriction meaning I’d have been stopped from climbing aboard. To be clear, I don’t expect never to have things go wrong…

“Time for Bed!”…. Boing

On Monday afternoon, while Karen was undergoing an MRI scan, I interspersed people watching with writing prose in a waiting area of the Bexley Wing, Leeds. The sonnet was written in a deliberately pretentious style, for which I make no apology. During this poem I made mention that St James (the name of the hospital currently…

An Autumnal Acronym Adjustment

Well that’s it, the clocks have gone back….. So has the TV, microwave and the Sir Clive Woodward bone china tea set…… Bloody bailiffs! Seriously, though, after a 60 minute overnight time regression, we are now back on Greenwich Mean Time (GMT). The upshot being British Summer Time (BST) for 2016 has gone to visit…