Only Tools &……

Upon departing my marital home in late 2019, wanting to avoid my estranged wife being bereft of DIY utensils I left my existing set for her to use going forward. Consequently meaning I’d cause to procure a brand new toolkit. Not unsurprisingly, she didn’t thank me for this benevolence, Instead, in a fit of trademark…

Reclaiming The Ensign?

I begin this prose with a woolly head, consequential of yesterday evening’s celebrations following England’s progression to the final of Euro 2020. A hard fought victory over Denmark, setting up a game with Italy on Sunday to secure European football champions bragging rights. National fever born from Gareth Southgate’s boys’ achievement seemingly a catalyst to…

What Would Laurence Llewellyn-Bowen Do?

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…

Grand Designer

After reading elevation would aid the healing process of my strained lateral knee ligament, yesterday evening I retired to bed early with my trusty laptop to watch a movie. Incidentally, by elevation I’m referring to sitting with the wounded limb at a horizontal angle to the rest of my body. I’m pretty sure the well-meaning…

Dusty

During a routine tidy of a little used storage area within chez Strachan, I stumbled upon on old car first aid kit of my fathers. One look at this ageing collection of bandages, plasters, lints, micropore tape et al, revealing the old man’d procured this medical mishmash a good few years back. In fact, upon…

It Is What It Is

I feel moved to enter the idiom ‘It is what it is’ at some point within today’s narrative. As this journal is a literary riff, only time will tell whether yours truly fulfils that aspiration. Although, as the oft used saying is actually present in the first sentence of this narrative, I guess by definition…

Maximus Gluteus

Yesterday, unbeknown to yours truly, I spent the day wandering about the place with a huge tear in the rear of my shorts. The revelation only becoming apparent when undressing at eventide, when upon removing the aforementioned article I spotted a bloody big hole where once cloth’d lain. Mercifully, the adornment of boxer shorts’d negated…

Knee Problems

After spending an hour or so this morning ensconced in Pinderfields hospital Accident & Emergency (A&E) department, Wakefield, I’m back home nursing the knee injury sustained yesterday in a freak incident. An ordinarily innocent enough twisting motion while rising from a garden chair the source of GJ Strachan’s prevailing joint agony. Anyhow, the diagnosis is…

I Never Give You My Pillow

During arbitrary surfing of the net, this morning I witnessed an online sale for recovered sofas. GJ Strachan wasn’t intrigued enough to ask what the chaise lounges had recovered from, but was heartened to hear the settee was recuperating well. Clearly, the recovery of which I relay above was of an upholstery nature, not medical;…