Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
As you're probably aware, December 2022 arrived early Thursday morning; And, if you were aware, why didn't you tell me. I only found out today (Friday), meaning the inaugural opening of my advent calendar was delayed for over 24 hours. Actually, that's not strictly true; I didn't receive an advent calendar. Instead my Ossett beau... Continue Reading →
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 →
Following yesterday's efforts by her attention-seeking elder son, Mrs Strachan senior's Christmas tree now stands imposingly in the front room bay window of her West Yorkshire abode. The artificial evergreen bringing a much needed hint of festive cheer and chromatic hue to the septuagenarian's lounge. Some may read my previous sentence, commenting after I wrote ... Continue Reading →
Chez Strachan's Christmas tree was lovingly erected and decorated this morning. A real evergreen plant, it's transformed our front room into a fir scented scene of festive warmth. Imparting a smidgeon of yuletide cheer so desperately needed after a challenging few weeks for the clan, following the passing of my wife's mum a fortnight ago.... Continue Reading →