Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
On Sunday I ventured to York with my wife Karen, visiting the home of our son Jonathon. Our eldest offspring inviting us east along the A64 for Mother's Day luncheon. A welcome extended to treat his mater to a flavoursome meal, as opposed to the bland fodder he opines ordinarily grace his parent's kitchen table, regardless... Continue Reading →
Despite not being overly spiritual, it’ll be a Good Friday tea of cod and chips for tea tonight in the Strachan residence. Abstaining from red meat is a Christian tradition we uphold every year, on this day where millions worldwide acknowledge Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross. My wife claims that her recipe, which was handed... Continue Reading →
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 →