All Fools Gold

Easter Sunday -  It’s April Fools Day. As a result we'll have a day littered with inane pranks, silly stories and tiresome practical jokes...... In other words, it’s business as usual dans maison de Strachan. I find some practical jokes quite funny, such as the prank an acquaintance plans involving the filling of hollow Easter... Continue Reading →

Pre-Minstrel Tension

Well the Easter weekend has been and gone. It was a welcome house guest who brought food for thought, a Galaxy chocolate egg, along with an episode of TV’s Home Under the Hammer. The food for thought, was my weekend review of where my spiritual beliefs actually lay. I have the utmost respect for days in which... Continue Reading →

All Fools Day

It’s April Fools Day. As a consequence today will be littered with inane pranks, silly stories and tiresome practical jokes…… In other words, it’s business as usual at maison de Strachan. I find some practical jokes quite funny, such as filling hollow Easter eggs with toothpaste. However,, with Easter still a fortnight off our modest domain is currently bereft of chocolate... Continue Reading →

Singing In The Lifeboats

It’s April Fools Day! As a result we'll have a day littered with inane pranks, silly stories and tiresome practical jokes...... In other words, it’s business as normal dans maison de Strachan. I find some practical jokes quite funny, such as filling hollow Easter eggs with toothpaste. I’m unable to play that one this year... Continue Reading →

A Ha’pputh of Slack

In the absence of a desk, I generally write my monologues sitting at the table in the dining area of maison de Strachan. During times of inspiration, I sit enthusiastically typing at speed before I lose my thread. This is interspersed with periods I'm bereft of ideas, when I'll of gawp out the bay window onto... Continue Reading →

My Baby’s One Today!

Yesterday morning I got a surprise when arriving at the breakfast table to be greeted with a smile and a cordial “Hello!” from my diminutive other half. The surprise wasn’t the cordiality of Karen’s greeting, moreover the fact we had a kitchen table. We certainly didn’t have when I retired to bed the previous evening!... Continue Reading →

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