Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
According to BBC's fragrant weather presenter Carol Kirkwood, precipitation will predominantly be this weeks meteorological bedfellow. An irksome forecast which, despite being delivered by an uber chirpy Scottish lady with a delightful West Highlands lilt, has frustratingly scuppered my plans of further outdoor timber staining..... Well, in the short term, anyhow. As an aside, upon... Continue Reading →
Yesterday morning I took my mum for her second COVID jab. With Maggie suffering a stroke not long after receipt of the initial vaccination, I raised questions regarding potential jeopardy levels from a subsequent injection. Fears calmed by assurances there's more risk to the octogenarians's health by declining the coronavirus countering serum. Consequently, as West... Continue Reading →
Following an upbeat bulletin from physiotherapists, within the last couple of hours my mum (Maggie) has exuded an esprit which's understandably been missing of late. This infusion of verve manifesting from news her mobility, impacted by a stroke nine weeks ago, has improved enough she can now dispense with her zimmer frame indoors. After a... Continue Reading →
Sitting at the kitchen table, around a foot from my right ear the first of three loads of washing is undertaking its final spin. As you'd probably deduce, location within close proximity to this cacophony is hampering evoking blog topic notions. Nevertheless, being the stoic chronicler I am, I'll soldier on despite this distraction. Construction... Continue Reading →
The rain has returned with a vengeance over the last few days. in fact, it was so bad in the early hours of Saturday morning the water flowing down the cul-de-sac resembled a swollen brook. Consequently, for a few hours, my front window bequeathed what a realtor may describe as riverside views. Anyhow, mercifully, this... Continue Reading →
I've just returned from a walk on the mild side with my lab/retriever chum Coco. Two laps of the local park, and a new stroll route around the periphery of the estate has ensured old sandy pelt achieved her Fitbit step goal for today. Currently, she's laid prostrate on the sofa; appearing tired following her... Continue Reading →
After witnessing an online tip from a US Army General, every day the first thing I undertake is to make my bed. The psychology behind this being, by doing so you immediately achieve something within your day. This inaugural undertaking providing a spark of positivity with which to feed upon during the upcoming day. This... Continue Reading →
Afflicted by acute fatigue, I've felt a bit under the weather the last few days. Consequently, I've suffered from lethargy, along with a lack of vigour, likely contributing to GJ Strachan falling back asleep at 8am; not stirring again until 11am. Overnight I was awoken briefly with a dry coughing fit, an episode repeated between... Continue Reading →
Following last week's hiatus while York in situ, this morning yours truly partook in a fitness class for the first time in ten days. A session where it became clear the sabbatical from exercise, along with consumption of a significantly less healthy diet, had taken its toll on the author's physical vigour. The above circumstances... Continue Reading →