Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday, I was the recipient of a scented candle Christmas gift. Apparently, when ignited this wax fragrance enhancer apparently emits an odour of wild mint. A welcome change from the usual cinnamon aroma which's ordinarily the family's festive season candle scent of choice. As yet I've not lit the candle; consequently, at this juncture am... Continue Reading →
Door number 7 on the advent calendar opened effortlessly this morning. A small tug of the sticky tape applied by the pilferer of its former confectionery contents was all that was required to relinquish its union with the calendar façade. The shape of the plastic insert behind the door, where the candy should have been housed,... Continue Reading →