Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Liking a challenge, and in the absence of inspirational alternatives, today I've set myself a task of penning prose (minimum 500 words) about the pile of ironing I'm repeatedly strolling past while going about my daily chores. No, don't go!..... Come back!!...... It might not seem a subject which'll warm the cockles of your heart,... Continue Reading →
Today, due to an itinerary containing domestic chores of higher priority, GJ Strachan's daily journal commenced later than usual. As a consequence of beef casserole preparation, along with ironing a pile of recently laundered clothes, my arrival at the laptop keyboard was delayed until the sun'd already passed over the yardarm. Incidentally, use of 'the... Continue Reading →
Living back in the matriarchal abode has many challenges, one of which the regression back nearly half a century to experiencing admonishment for actions my mother finds irritating. This includes the incessant tapping of my fingers on the kitchen table, bad table manners and the increasing use of curse words, which in recent months have... Continue Reading →