Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Since returning from my Portuguese vacation on Friday, frustratingly I’ve been laid low with overwhelming fatigue and ‘the runs’. The only plus side of the latter being frequent dashes to the bathroom have meant, despite illness, I am maintaining my daily Fit Bit step target. With regards the tiredness element of my condition, I feel... Continue Reading →
This is my first tarry to the keyboard for three days. The time between the trinity of dusk/dawns since my return from a weekend in Newcastle spent predominantly in bed; where I drifted in and out of sleep to the backdrop of audiobooks. During these hours ventures for a COVID-19 PCR test and a GP... Continue Reading →
It's just gone 7am. Inside chez Strachan tiredness reigns, outside rain..... well, also reigns. Thunder and lightning provided a cacophonous overnight soundscape; this backdrop ruining my attempts of slumbering peacefully. After this meteorological episode, if I adapted the operatic quartet element of Queen's iconic Bohemian Rhapsody, I reword the line 'Thunderbolt and Lightning, very, very... Continue Reading →
The post flight back jet lag following my return from Toronto, early Friday morning, has kicked in big style. Today's plateau of fatigue evoking memories of the tiredness I experienced when working nightshifts in my 20's/30's. I truly hated working the week of nights rostered into numerous rotating shift patterns endured while working three decades... Continue Reading →
My sleep pattern is all over the place at the moment. In two of the last three nights I've been dipping in and out of sleep numerous times through a twelve hour period (10pm - 10am). Inexplicably, despite this lengthy slumber I still woke up sleepy. He wasn't overly chuffed with my part in his... Continue Reading →
Friday 25th April - My existential odyssey began on this day in the 1960's; the location of delivery a West Yorkshire maternity home. I've no idea whether I arrived standard post or recorded delivery - Thankfully, though, I was a package my parents wanted so avoided having 'Return to Sender' stamped on my forehead. That... Continue Reading →
Wednesday 18th April - After a night kipping over at mater's abode, it was an early reveille for yours truly today to undertake my usual Wednesday morning voluntary work at Wakefield Hospice warehouse. This gratis labour my small gesture towards thanking the people who so splendidly cared, supported and comforted my family during his final... Continue Reading →
After a pain free car journey in rush hour traffic on the Leeds inner ring road, followed by breakfast muffin sustenance in the Bexley Wing Costa coffee, I'm now invigorated and ready for the day ahead. Getting out of bed for Karen’s early appointment with her oncologist required some effort today. In fact, it took... Continue Reading →