Less Aspirational Wish Requests

I commence these observations following an hour or so dusting, cleaning and vacuuming the upstairs of chez Strachan. My labour ensuring bedroom surfaces, carpets and bathroom tiles are now bereft of dust and fluff. The resultant gleam from mahogany furniture mirroring that on my face when as a child I first heard Pop Tarts were…

Strachan’s Sunday Spring Clean

Yesterday, I negated the aimless and unhelpful ponderings I awoke with by indulging in spring cleaning the dining area of la maison de Strachan. I’m going to avoid the obvious gag the spring cleaning entailed me sitting on the Axminster removing excess oil from the springs of my motorbike. Firstly, I haven’t got a motorbike, Additionally, if I had I wouldn’t be stupid…

Are You Happy With Your Bins?

Just in case it’s not broadcast on this evenings 6 o’clock news, I’d like to announce that the interior of my wheelie bin was given a thorough jet blast this morning. I’m not taking the plaudits for this piece of work, as it was undertaken by a mobile bin cleaner, diminutive of size and thorough of jet blast….

Monday’s Chore

I have the exciting chore of cleaning the oven this afternoon. Lately, procrastination has been the new ‘doing stuff’ in the mindset of G Strachan esq, resulting in my ‘To Do’ list becoming a ‘Avoid like the plague’ list. This morning, though, after weeks of avoiding the task with lame excuses, I’ve come to the conclusion the…

Grandad Jack’s Stepladders

I indulged in a spot of document purging this morning. It’s took a while, but at long last I got my backside in gear after acknowledging I couldn’t put off this task any longer. It finally dawning on me that my procrastination was starting to impact the cordial ambiance in Chez Strachan; so I decided…