Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
After a minor inconvenience or two yesterday afternoon, the 2020 Christmas tree stands proudly in the Strachan lounge. Although, staring in it's direction from this angle I've just noticed the star atop the Scandinavian Fir is tilting slightly to the right. Excuse me a moment, I've got to remedy that or my OCD will wreak... Continue Reading →
I'm back on housesitting duty at my marital home today. My estranged wife's return to her County Durham childhood home, caring for her ailing father, affording me a further few weeks of residency in my former abode of twenty three years. As I'm going to be residing in the aforementioned east Leeds abode during the... Continue Reading →
Navigating my automobile south on the M1 motorway this morning, I was kept company by agreeable seasonal entertainment provided by a local BBC station. Meaning as I headed towards my parents, I was treat to a motoring diet of festive anthems, amiable yuletide chatter and a rare travel bulletin reporting no traffic latency on the M62. As I passed junction 45... Continue Reading →
Well we are into Christmas week. Chestnuts are roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost’s nipping at my nose and Yuletide songs are being sung by a choir. Well that’s not strictly true. They weren’t actually chestnuts roasting, it was a different kind of nuts after I stood too close to the open flames. Additionally,... Continue Reading →