Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
In an highly emotive and sad week, they were the first tears of joy I'd witnessed for a while. The water welling in my little lab/retriever buddy Coco's eyes those borne from sampling the Guinness Beef Casserole I'd made for her mum Sam and my tea. My canine chum'll admittedly trough anything and, if truth... Continue Reading →
Yesterday social media kindly brought to my attention a recent interview in which, with no detectable hint of irony, UK prime minister Boris Johnson revealed his dog Dilyin was a tad frisky. A claim the shaggy haired japester (Johnson, not his dog) backed by further announcing his four-legged friend spent a good deal of time... Continue Reading →
I'm currently making the most of sitting in an environment of rare serenity in chez Strachan. For the first time in a week I'm writing a blog without a distracting background soundscape, such as the murmur of daytime TV, nor the thunderous snoring of my mother or Coco (the canine buddy I'm dog sitting until... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, while perambulating the perimeter of East Ardsley reservoir with Coco the lab, I passed a young couple (late 20s/early 30s) when something occurred to me. During this ephemeral moment, upon receiving a waft of the ladies perfume, it struck me I've not worn aftershave for over a year. Twelve months of prolonged isolation... Continue Reading →
Walking Coco along the village's Main Street yesterday morning, yours truly witnessed a parked car outside of the local school which, from the way it'd mounted the pavement, I assumed was pulled over by a parent who was up against time. As my lab/retriever sniffed inquisitively at an adjacent garden wall, seeing this vehicle, with... Continue Reading →
A week on from my first coronavirus vaccine shot and, mercifully, no negative side affects have thus far manifested. Thankfully, there's been no reoccurrence of the fleeting misconception I suffered a few hours after last week's jab when mistakenly I'd notions of morphing into Scandinavian/British comedienne Sandi Toksvig. A tale I chronicled in greater detail... Continue Reading →
It appears spring has finally sprung. Temperatures have risen, enabling me to commence garden maintenance for some much needed exposure to fresh air and the sensation of warm from prevailing solar rays. Gardening my Sunday afternoon assignment, during which the lawns with be trimmed, along with dead shrubbery removal; allowing space and augmenting root nourishment... Continue Reading →
Day three of dog sitting Coco the lab/retriever. The sandy coloured enchanter who melts my heart and, through her penchant for fleecing me out of half my meal, is contributing towards the loss of the 9lb in weight I've gained during coronavirus lockdown...... I guess dog's aren't labelled as mans best friend for nothing. As... Continue Reading →
Today's literary piece commences with my little canine buddy Coco, whose enchanting company I currently enjoy, undertaking a perimeter check of my back garden. Whether partaken as a strategy for reducing jeopardy to her pack, ie me, or that she just doesn't fancy watching 'Home Under The Hammer' on telly, I doubt I'll ever know.... Continue Reading →