Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Needing the back lawn mowing prior to this afternoons predicted rain, GJ Strachan's been delayed an hour or so in commencing this journal. My sardonic notions put on pause whilst grass blades were manicured to within an inch of their weeds, which've once again overtaken the area of green land scores of earthworms call home.... Continue Reading →
Like a latter day Samuel Pepys, who chronicling the distressing sights during London's Great Plague in 1665, from now on these daily journals will act as my personal diary of these disquieting times globally in the face of COVID-19's asperity. Pepys diary telling of the carnage confronting Londoners during the bubonic plague which, depending on your... Continue Reading →
As I write, outside the unforgiving spring bluster which has blighted Blighty for a few days continues unabated. Buffeting the budding deciduous tress, which in summer mask my rear window view of Colton Retail Park's side brickwork, roof tiles and car park. Rather randomly, the back and forth swaying of the trees brings to mind the... Continue Reading →
Unless you're a snowman, a young child who likes sledging/throwing snowballs or own a grit salt production company, I presume you opine this current weather to be a putrid carbuncle on the UK's façade. Before proceeding, I acknowledge my opening paragraph describing Blighty's present meteorology was over-egging the melodrama, however I didn't want to just... Continue Reading →