Christmas Day With Uncle Roger

Sadly, the inspiration I sought for today's narrative topic wasn't behind door number 14 on the advent calendar. That's unless I decide to muster a yarn about a red-nosed reindeer indulging in a game of table tennis - A subject path that for many reasons I've quite frankly no inclination of embarking on.  Consequently, I'm … Continue reading Christmas Day With Uncle Roger

A Hearty Feast

At around 5.30pm yesterday the dinner gong chimed, leading to six members of my clan congregating in the dining room of casa Strachan senior. Our reward for this short walk from the lounge a splendid early Christmas meal, courtesy of my brother Ian's culinary artistry. A meal of roast turkey cooked to perfection by our … Continue reading A Hearty Feast

The Things They Say

"Welcome to the 21st century!" - A tongue-in-cheek text message received this morning from my twentysomething son Jonny. My offspring moved to send the quip on hearing I'd recently set myself up a WhatsApp account. Deeming myself as 'down with the kids', I pointed out to my boy his whimsical criticism was unjust. After all, … Continue reading The Things They Say

Blessed

Behind today's advent calendar door is another trip to St James' Hospital, this time for my wife's monthly oncology treatment. Yesterday's bone scan went without incident for the stoic Birtley lass; although the results won't be known for a week or so yet. Hearing I was yet again en route to a Leeds medical establishment, … Continue reading Blessed

Wrath of the Andromites

Behind today's door number two on the Strachan advent calendar I was greeted by the souls of the oppressed. Although affable enough considering the terrible suffering they've endured, I'm starting to have misgivings about buying Torture magazine's*** festive calendar. Yesterday's bestowals behind door number one were the Fingernails of No Return; which is a shame … Continue reading Wrath of the Andromites

Advent

Opening the Strachan advent calendar's first door this morning, I was startled be confronted by a creaking noise. Unsure of it's source, I concluded the sound had either emanated from my yet to warm up middle aged limbs, or as a consequence of rust on the calendar door hinges. With the calendar's composition being cardboard I concluded the … Continue reading Advent

Helplessness

With the sad news of Karen's mum's critical medical condition, plans for the foreseeable future in casa Strachan are understandably in limbo. My wife still in the north east maintaining her bedside vigil, along with providing support for her distraught father. I'm in regular contact with my little missus by phone and text, where she … Continue reading Helplessness