Michael’s Old Fella

Slugs, Snails & Unreliable Tales

Is it possible for humans to melt on blazing summer days? I’m asking for a friend who’s currently attempting to climb in their chest freezer; a strategy employed to mitigate against the possibility of evanesce. I’ve just had a lukewarm shower to cool my body, along with dispensing with early morning perspiration which’d turned me…

Wake Me Up When September Ends

It’s just gone 7am. Inside chez Strachan tiredness reigns, outside rain….. well, also reigns. Thunder and lightning provided a cacophonous overnight soundscape; this backdrop ruining my attempts of slumbering peacefully. After this meteorological episode, if I adapted the operatic quartet element of Queen’s iconic Bohemian Rhapsody, I reword the line ‘Thunderbolt and Lightning, very, very…

A Recharge Without A Charger

I’m away for couple of days and, lax packing for the sojourn, am bereft of laptop charger. A consequence of  throwing two iPhone chargers, instead of the power adapter and one iPhone charger, into my holdall while hurriedly packing, So depending on your views of my literary skillset, I’ve the good or bad news that,…

Sketchy

I wrote recently of a new creative avenue I’ve started wandering. These tentative inaugural steps undertaken in the pastime of primitive art. Etchings drawn to accompany a whimsical quip or social comment, not to exhibit any prowess with the pencil, of which I’d be the first to admit I’m not technically gifted. Yesterday’s drawing was…

The Rain In…..

With precipitation yet again forming part of my writing landscape, the refrain ‘The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly On The Plain’ , from musical My Fair Lady, plays repeatedly on my cranial jukebox. This episode acting as a catalyst for a random attempt at adapting the song’s lyric to reflect my local meteorology. Now, I’d like to think…

The Cavalry’s Arrived

Yesterday afternoon, yours truly received a much needed fillip when my son Jonny and fiancée Jenny arrived at chez Strachan on their trusty steed. This arrival rescuing spirits borne from being surrounded by a metaphorical circle of horse-drawn wagons, heavily laden with COVID induced melancholy. This euphoria at witnessing the couple’s visit borne from knowledge…

Is It A Bird? Is It A Plane?..

A friend of mine has recently taken up the self-appointed role of Bee Woman. Her remit to save tiring bees with sugar water and a kindly transition to a nearby flower via leaf. Within the last few days rescuing three Apoideas from a fate worse than death…… Well, actually death! Upon witnessing a flagging bee,…