Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning, I was greeted at the breakfast table by the news my wife Karen was feeling under the weather. This malady another example of her bad days where her odious carcinogenic illness gains an upper hand; causing her return to bed for recuperation. Her energy drained as a consequence of her enduring physical battle... Continue Reading →
Monday 14th May - There's an old adage that 'No good deed goes unpunished'. Yesterday afternoon it was a folklore teaching I was rudely reminded of by my 'good' buddy karma, in cahoots with his rancid sidekick cancer. Following undertaking five hours voluntary work for MacMillan Cancer Support, I returned home to witness the 'reward'... Continue Reading →
Tomorrow morning I'll be partaking in a voluntary collection for Marie Curie cancer care. My presence a small contribution towards the raising of funds during the organisation's March Daffodil Appeal campaign. I experience a great deal of satisfaction being a foot soldier in the battalions fundraising the fight on numerous fronts against cancer. An odious,... Continue Reading →
Sonnet spontaneous Unplanned prose defiling chaste page Epiphany evasive; topic timid Dining chair in situ; inspiration yeti’s holy grail Sustenance on hold in domain digestion. Newsday of sloth speed, subject secreted safely Will anecdotes of procrastination suffice? Does drugstore sojourn present potential? Yeti ventures not, along with earlier blog disclosure Should he leave Pepys, Mole and Jones’ to... Continue Reading →
Towards the start of the movie The Sound of Music, the nuns of Nonnberg Abbey sing of their exasperation at the behaviour of a flighty novice in the song How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria? Well, never mind trying to resolve the conundrum of young Maria’s frolicking, I want to know how do you... Continue Reading →
Todays narrative is the 700th since I commenced my literary journey in spring 2015. I started this almost daily journal of partly fictional monologues (based on fact) in the March of that year, its aim a short term distraction from challenging issues affecting my family...... These are enduring issues that still remain very much part of my broods... Continue Reading →
Thankfully there is no hospital visit for Karen today. It’s probably as well as my capricious nature has decreed that today I’m going be a right misery arse! My melancholy baffles me, as I can’t fathom out what the trigger was to this lowering of mood. Was it my ritual broken slumber, the dog stealing... Continue Reading →