Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
On Sunday, my mother will reach the grand old age of 80. A milestone she's reached with her rose coloured glasses firmly intact; along with her viewing life events from a baseline of positivity. This despite more than her share of episodes where serendipity and karma have proved the most capricious of suitors. Mum (Maggie)... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, as my wife and me slowly ambled up Calverley Street towards our destination of Leeds Museum, she pointed out this was her inaugural tour of the building housing our city's historical artefacts. "It's not mine. I've never been before!" I joked weakly. She smiled disingenuously, called me an idiot for what definitely wasn't the... Continue Reading →
I spent an hour or so yesterday printing off some family tree details, which I’ve subsequently collated into folder for my dad who isn’t too well at the moment. My pater is an undemonstrative man who is ruled by a stringent daily routine, so when I handed it to him this morning it was no real... Continue Reading →