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 →
Strachan Christmas Traditions
Yesterday, I had a conversation with an old acquaintance about Christmas gifts. It wasn’t a long conversation, moreover me asking him “Where the chuff’s my Christmas present?!” Knowing I was joking he laughed and the conversation moved on. He confided in me he’d just undergone a minor hospital procedure to remove something on his head.... Continue Reading →
Yes, Santa Has Got The Alarm Code!
Chestnuts roasting on a open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide songs being sung by a choir Folks dressed up like Eskimos. Just a few of this morning's distractions to my literary flow. Attempting to write a narrative when someone's nipping your nose, not to mention enduring the tuneless cacophony of a choir outside, was quite a challenge....... I probably... Continue Reading →
Ding, Ding, Ding Went The Bell!
Navigating my automobile south on the M1 motorway this morning, I was kept company by agreeable seasonal entertainment provided by a local BBC station. Meaning as I headed towards my parents, I was treat to a motoring diet of festive anthems, amiable yuletide chatter and a rare travel bulletin reporting no traffic latency on the M62. As I passed junction 45... Continue Reading →
O Christmas Tree
With only a Cadburys fresh air advent calendar on display, there currently isn’t much of a festive ambience in chez Strachan. With this in mind, I intend to raise the yuletide cheer levels later by venturing to my local garden centre to acquire a Christmas tree. I know that’s hardly news that will make this evenings TV... Continue Reading →