Looking out through French doors leading from chez Strachan’s dining room to the rear garden, low autumnal solar rays highlight unsightly grime upon the glasswork. Muck consequential of recent West Yorkshire precipitation…… Looks like we’ll witness the windolene, a cloth and chamois leather later today. Thankfully, though, the rain residue isn’t bad enough to deprive…
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Light During Darkness
This week, I’ve been spending lots of quality time with my little canine buddy Coco. This company of the girl who puts the adore into labrador partly consequential from the sad passing of her owner Sam’s mother (Cokey’s nan) in the early hours of Monday morning. Footnote – To clarify, I know the ‘putting the…
A Spud With Cheryl
In the wake of yesterday’s new coronavirus restrictions in the UK, amongst the proletariat, once again talk of panic buying has reared its ugly head. As written about when originally locked down, an act which really puts my nose out of joint. Anyhow, how do you buy panic? Like it’s cousins consternation and hysteria, it…
Fake Noos
There’s rumours abound we in the UK maybe soon under nationwide lockdown again. I’m not gonna panic too much at the moment, though, as the bulletin emanated from the unreliable lips of our village idiot…. No, not Boris Johnson; moreover my locale’s resident dimwit Vernon Plough. Vernon’s fake news including a series of preposterous suggestions….
Indifferent Follower of Fashion
With autumn around the corner, over the past week, I’ve been stocking up on some warmer threads. I make no claim to be a dedicated follower of fashion, however, despite being firmly entrenched in middle-age, yours truly endeavours to maintain a modicum of sartorial elegance while strolling West Yorkshire’s avenues and alleyways. Footnote – To…
A Partial Success
During this morning’s dusting and vacuuming session, prior to my mater’s return from vacation, I felt moved to refresh the aesthetics of the dining room. A chore which involved moving the cabinet containing hundreds of my late father’s CDs, removing his disk player (which is pretty much redundant in the world of streamed music), placing…
Bohemian Prosody
With my mother (in whose house I’m currently residing) being away with her buddies in Bridlington, I’ve been home alone all week. This freedom resulting in yours truly indulging upon a ‘debauched’ seven day existence. A time where I freely cooked meals without potatoes, along with embracing the opportunity to pursue a bohemian life without…
Fish & Nerks
My Leeds born and bred father endearingly labelled them ‘fish and nerks’, or occasionally ‘land and sea’. Depending on the county boundaries you reside, a deep fried takeaway food whose quality and cooking style differs markedly. Thankfully for those of us lucky enough to grace the fields, avenues and alleyways east of the Pennine Hills,…
Return of The Prodigal Sun
It’s back!!…. The prodigal sun has returned to Yorkshire. Kill the fatted calf, ignite the spit roast coals (well, bbq briquettes), replenish your ever depleting vitamin D levels and rejoice! If weather forecasters are to be believed, the UK has entered a meteorological Indian summer stage….. Or was that the India is due a UK…