Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
At the risk of turning this into a less accomplished Alan Bennett biscuit monologue, yesterday I became reacquainted with the joys of Rich Teas. After having my head turned with the enchantment of a chocolate Hob Nob in the mid-1980's, a cookie pleasure I'd not experienced for decades. The chocolate coated seductresses beckoning me to... Continue Reading →
At the risk of turning this into a less accomplished Alan Bennett biscuit monologue, yesterday I became reacquainted with the joys of Rich Teas. A cookie pleasure I'd not experienced for decades, following the turning of my fickle heart and head by the enchantment of a chocolate Hob Nob. My Rich Tea relationship ending abruptly... Continue Reading →
I ventured to a wondrous place this afternoon. In the company of my wife and mon mater we journeyed to a domain where there was a santa's grotto, a plethora of garden lighting consumables, more pot pours than the Frank Edward's Pot Pourri Emporium and bejewelled gardening gloves fit for Liberace....... Well they would be if... Continue Reading →