Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I didn't get a chance to pen a narrative yesterday. Instead of literary escape, my priorities a meeting to glean details of voluntary charity work I'll shortly be undertaking, a sojourn with my mum for her weekly shop, along with increasing the festive aesthetics of mater's Wakefield domicile. If you're wondering what the heck 'increasing the festive aesthetics... Continue Reading →
Late on Saturday evening as we hurtled toward 2017, Karen and I were guests at a local house party. I thoroughly enjoyed the evening where I mixed my drinks, my words when singing Auld Lang Syne and with amiable company. It’s the first new years house party I’ve attended for decades. Obviously, the conversation topics are a tad different... Continue Reading →
As a result of a visit to my parents for Sunday dinner, for the second day on the trot I’ve started my daily blog later than normal. Although, I suspect not much sleep will be lost on that less than interesting introduction! With my wife Karen at her fragrant mum and dad’s for the weekend,... Continue Reading →
With only a Cadburys fresh air advent calendar on display, there currently isn’t much of a festive ambience in chez Strachan. With this in mind, I intend to raise the yuletide cheer levels later by venturing to my local garden centre to acquire a Christmas tree. I know that’s hardly news that will make this evenings TV... Continue Reading →