Count To Ten, Gary!

The strain of being a full-time carer to my mother hit me yesterday evening, when I’d an unacceptable meltdown when my plans to watch the live rugby league game were derailed. Aspirations of unwinding in front of the Leeds Rhinos v Wigan Warriors game departing down the same avenue where Lord Lucan disappeared. The source…

Scream If You Wanna Go Faster!

Yesterday morning I took my mum for her second COVID jab. With Maggie suffering a stroke not long after receipt of the initial vaccination, I raised questions regarding potential jeopardy levels from a subsequent injection. Fears calmed by assurances there’s more risk to the octogenarians’s health by declining the coronavirus countering serum. Consequently, as West…

Respite

As I commence this prose, my brother Ian’s just left our mother’s home where he’s been providing me respite from carer to our mater. Him affording me a break from the caring role a huge fillip for his elder sibling. Another boon was my notoriously clumsy brother left the matriarchal gaff without breakage. An achievement…

Splendid Job

Sitting at the kitchen table, around a foot from my right ear the first of three loads of washing is undertaking its final spin. As you’d probably deduce, location within close proximity to this cacophony is hampering evoking blog topic notions. Nevertheless, being the stoic chronicler I am, I’ll soldier on despite this distraction. Construction…

Tie A Yellow Ribbon

It’s been a while since she’s trodden the hallowed halls and chambers of casa Strachan but, after six and a half weeks of being hospital in situ, my mum is scheduled to soon return to her home of 32 years. My maternal forebear returning to what will become a newly adapted residence to cater for…

That’s Magic

The rain has returned with a vengeance over the last few days. in fact, it was so bad in the early hours of Saturday morning the water flowing down the cul-de-sac resembled a swollen brook. Consequently, for a few hours, my front window bequeathed what a realtor may describe as riverside views. Anyhow, mercifully, this…

Return of the Mag

With a heavy heart and empty fridge, a few days back I was relieved of my dog sitting duties when Coco returned to her Lancastrian homeland. The giddy lab/retriever venturing over the Pennine Hills with her mum Samantha, where I’m told Cokes’s has re-embraced her penchant for strutting around the parish Manc walk style like…

A Happy Anniversary

Today sees the second anniversary of me suffering a heart attack. A major life, and nearly death, event making me acutely aware of the exactitude of oft used old cliche ‘Live every day as it’s your last’. Admittedly, I still don’t always adhere to that mantra, however, the episode has instilled in me a stronger…

An Unwanted Xmas Gift

Yesterday, I inadvertently bequeathed myself an unwanted festive present; this haphazard benefaction the gift of pain and blood loss. A consequence of accidentally trapping a finger in my front door while putting the bins out. This Xmas trinket not requiring traditional yuletide wrapping paper, moreover the blood stemming qualities bestowed from quarter of a kitchen…