Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
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,... Continue Reading →
Occasionally, while treading this creative path, I'm guilty of penning the odd piece of philosophical prose. These advocacies, aimed at making survival on this dysfunctional planet a tad more comfortable, proffered with tongue in cheek. Anyhow, for today's chronicle I've decided to don my philosopher's hat and provide my reader with the following whimsical lessons... Continue Reading →
Some days you just can’t resist looking through an egg timer! ......
According to BBC News, some UK pubs are already calling "Time gentleman, please!", closing back down only days after lockdown easing allowed their re-opening. The move consequential from drinkers at those establishments testing positive for COVID, along with fears revellers were disregarding social distancing edicts. The affected boozers, which form only a very small proportion of... Continue Reading →
Yesterday saw coronavirus lockdown edicts relaxed further, allowing UK pubs/bars to re-open their doors to the public. A move, which for pathogen control purposes, places a huge social distancing onus upon citizens of this green and pleasant land. Looking at the picture below, to borrow from the inaugural line of a ballad written by Bread... Continue Reading →
There's a plethora of adaptations which the global family've been forced to embrace on planet COVID. Social distancing, lockdown, denial of meeting friends and family just a few undesired concessions necessitated by the pathogen. Consequential of this, it dawned on me how a section of these restrictive edicts have rendered worthless the need of diary... Continue Reading →