Mother of God

At reveille this morning I awoke with mind racing. Amongst the notions flying around my neurological corridors like leafs in a zephyr, yours truly pondered if there was an Old Zealand. Not to mention, why Poles get involved with other countries election forecasting. I also mulled over why Isaac Newton initially identified the phenomena of…

Art In The Most Unlikely Of Places

As I write, I’m somewhat distracted by the noise of holes being drilled in breeze blocks. This commotion courtesy of downstairs wet room construction being undertaken around ten feet away, between chez Strachan’s garage and entrance hall. I’ve never been party to the noise emitted when a rhinoceros undergoes circumcision without anaesthetic. However, I’d venture…

Their Race Run

Bank Holiday Monday brought forth an early reveille for yours truly. Given a 8am – 1pm window for my boiler’s annual service, a rarely used watch alarm was set for 7.30am. Making my breakfast early on a cold, dark wintertide morn an activity I’d not undertaken for a long, long time. Footnote – All other…

The Very Worst Of Winters

As December grasps the calendar baton from November, whose watch matched the previous eight months starkness on Planet COVID, apparently snow is forecast in West Yorkshire for the coming days. If this was Canada, Amazon delivery vans would be changing to snow tyres, gritters/ploughs would be working around the clock and elk would be building…

Just Another Day

As November saunters moribundly towards it’s dawn, we prepare for the advent of Christmas 2020. A festive period which’ll be unprecedented in the half century plus I’ve existed on this earth. Coronavirus resulting in having to purchase my turkey donning a mask. Incidentally, that’s me adorning the face covering. The turkey, its race already run,…

Sirens

With each day stuck on repeat, I’m unsure what juncture I’ve reached in my enforced COVID self-isolation. I’m pretty sure today marks a point between the 1st and 14th day of yours truly’s unwelcome hermitism, however, which part within that calendar spectrum isn’t clear. As a consequence of this confusion, I’m planning to formulate a…

Isolate!…. Isolate!

Necessitated by enforced self-isolation for the familial matriarch and me, I’ve just ordered a delivery of our weekly shop from Morrisons. My inaugural experience of this comestible purchasing avenue a painless enough episode. Well, apart from for the engaging young lass in customer services who patiently guided this indecisive fella through the product selection process….

Project Chaste Snow

Yours truly’s agenda today contains a number of small chores I’ve procrastinated over for weeks. That being said, the assignments are by no means arduous, affording me a welcome distraction during any ‘white space’ moments. For those not familiar with the expression ‘white space’, it’s a term used within business to indicate the colour of…

Raining In Her Heart

It’s Saturday morning and East Lancashire’s awoken to a rainfall deluge. Admittedly, not an uncommon meteorological landscape for those residing on the western foothills of the Pennines. Especially here in Heywood, whose precipitation is so extensive the town should be twinned with Niagara Falls. Sadly, in a traumatic week which saw her mum cremated, this…