Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It's been a productive couple of days at chez Strachan. Included within these constructive episodes was a revamping of the downstairs bedroom back into a dining room. A reverse of this portal's adaptation last year following my mum's February stroke. This stark incident necessitating creation of a downstairs bedroom and wet room, enabling her ease... Continue Reading →
With the construction element of chez Strachan's bathroom revamp now completed, GJ Strachan's thoughts have turned to selecting the chamber's ornamental and pictorial furnishings. Before proceeding further I'd like to clarify that, despite possibly reading differently, my initial sentence doesn't mean I couldn't embark on accessory selection until plumbing'd been concluded and silicon dry. Yours... Continue Reading →
With a heavy heart and empty fridge, a few days back I was relieved of my dog sitting duties when Coco returned to her Lancastrian homeland. The giddy lab/retriever venturing over the Pennine Hills with her mum Samantha, where I'm told Cokes's has re-embraced her penchant for strutting around the parish Manc walk style like... Continue Reading →
Day three of housesitting my former marital home. As alluded to in Saturday's monologue, initially the sixteen months I've spent away from this abode impaired my memory as to the storage location of numerous items. Thankfully, though, I've now re-acquainted myself with where pots, pans, glasses, tins and shower gel are housed. Yesterday, yours truly... Continue Reading →
The much awaited spruce up in my marital homes powerful shower, of which I mentioned yesterday in There’s No Place Like It!, turned into a bit of an anti-climax. Prior to her sojourn north to look after her ailing father, my estranged wife (who'd asked if I'd housesit) advised she now activates the 'Hot Water'... Continue Reading →
While my estranged wife Karen visits her ailing father, I'm housesitting my marital home for the next few weeks. After over a year of not living here, this involves having to re-acquaint myself with kitchen cupboard contents and the cable remote navigation. Sixteen months away from my home of twenty three years is a relatively... Continue Reading →
Commencing this second narrative of the day, its 6.30pm and GJ Strachan currently perches on a dining room chair ensconced within my West Yorkshire abode. Interspersed with jotting down notions, I gaze out into the darkness of the back garden with a rear door wide to the wall. An action taken to allow a cooling... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening, laying in the Leeds General Infirmary (LGI) bed which'd been my residence since a cardiac arrest last Friday morning, thoughts turned to how much I'd missed casa Strachan during this unscheduled tenancy. A quartet of dusks/dawns where I'd been deprived of numerous sensory comfort blankets. Simple experiences such as witnessing it's decorative contemporary... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I assisted my son Jonny with decorating the staircase and landing of the Skelton home he shares with his fiancee Jenny. A task volunteered for in the knowledge I'd be in good company and had my son's blessing to sing along to the radio as tunelessly as I wanted...... Although, when agreeing to the... Continue Reading →