Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning my habitual negligence for leaving stuff in pockets of hoodies/jeans pre-launder reached a new pinnacle. Ordinarily, these faux pas' result in a tissue, which's been washed and spun for an hour, exploding within the washing machine barrel. An episode ordinarily leaving post-wash garments covered with dandruff-like debris. Producing a post-wash landscape similar to... Continue Reading →
It's 3pm on the last Sunday before Christmas Day 2020. Shortly. I'll be firing up the oven to cook my mater and me a roast beef dinner; a small gesture by her eldest offspring in recognition of her washing/ironing his laundry earlier in the week. Laundry a task, even in her dotage, Mrs S senior... Continue Reading →
I wrote yesterday of childhood haircuts in the narrative You’ll Thank Me One Day! In particular brother Ian and I having to sport short hair, a consequence of our mother (Maggie) strongly disapproving of styles longer than collar length. Appropriate male grooming wasn't mater's only obsession at the time. Her appearance fixation also extended to the... Continue Reading →