Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
One of the most irksome of the many challenging episodes tainting yours truly's recent existential landscape has been my dementia afflicted mother's recent inability to fathom how the TV remote control functions. Consequently, even the most basic of acts, such as taking the telly out of standby mode, or merely changing channel, are now as... Continue Reading →
Although I like to class myself as a reasonable wordsmith, locating the words to effectively express the emotions experienced when caring for someone with a vascular dementia diagnosis is a challenge. A literary impotence I've not previously experienced when broaching other detrital existential plot lines which've sullied my past decade. For instance, at no stage... Continue Reading →
7am Tuesday morning - It's a later arrival at the keyboard than of late for yours truly. Afflicted by sleep deprivation, my recent daily landscape has witnessed me normally concluding these literary trinkets by this time; before groggily wandering downstairs for brekkie. However, with slumbering until 6.45am today my fingers have only just started walking... Continue Reading →
A fragrant redolence of lavender accompanies me while penning today's literary output in Mally's Bar (the garden patio area I've named after my late father) . Its source, you'll be unamazed to learn, a lavender bush situated around two feet to my left. This pleasant bouquet soon to be enhanced further by six (soon to... Continue Reading →
In yesterday's blog Grand Designer, I touched upon the thorny topic of god's existence. A debate fed by a toxic existential brew of prevailing discontent borne from a painful ligament injury,, challenges of being my mother's full-time carer, life under COVID, along with some pretty unpalatable life events encountered within the last decade . Footnote... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
As I commence this daily chronicle my laptop clock has just clicked onto 4.40am - A decision to pen these paragraphs at this ungodly hour a consequence of being unable to slumber. This a consequence of suffering extreme discomfort following re-straining my right lateral knee ligament, which I initially injured four weeks ago.. To clarify,... Continue Reading →
Tuesday 4th May affords me a rare odyssey out of the home, chauffeuring Mrs Strachan senior to fulfil an appointment with a stroke consultant. To clarify, the scheduled meeting is with a neurologist at Pinderfields Hospital, Wakefield; not that my octogenarian forebear's booked herself an afternoon swimming lesson. On arrival at UK's top hospital rhyming... Continue Reading →
According to BBC's fragrant weather presenter Carol Kirkwood, precipitation will predominantly be this weeks meteorological bedfellow. An irksome forecast which, despite being delivered by an uber chirpy Scottish lady with a delightful West Highlands lilt, has frustratingly scuppered my plans of further outdoor timber staining..... Well, in the short term, anyhow. As an aside, upon... Continue Reading →