Gertcha

This morning was spent power-blasting the lower garden patio and retaining wall at casa Strachan. My removal of ground-in muck from flags, stone and mortar a therapeutic maintenance task, enhancing the backyard’s aesthetics, as part of ongoing garden renovations. Whilst removing this grime from jardin masonry, built in 1990 by my old man, GJ Strachan’s…

Happy Christmas COVID’s Not Over

To the tune of Happy Christmas War Is Over…… With apologies to John Lennon:- So this is ChristmasAnd what have you doneA year dodging COVIDAnd not reading The SunAnd so this is ChristmasI hope you have funEven Boris and DonaldDespite being incredibly dumb A very merry ChristmasAnd a happy New YearLet’s hope it’s a good…

Plummer’s Mate

With Christmas Day hurtling towards us with the speed of a linen basket dashing from a pair of the Grinch’s underpants, I’m concerned to be still awaiting delivery of a few festive gifts purchased in the middle of November…… In hindsight, perhaps it was misguided to order my daughter Rachel a pet sloth family as…

Recount Required

Yesterday evening, I participated in a verve filled Zoom quiz night with six buddies originating from, and in some cases still living in, Gateshead. Rounds of general knowledge, sport, music, absurdity and Argos codes intertwined with live acoustic music, ensuring the clambakes attendees spent an esprit laden three hours. At the end of the evening,…

Oh So Cold!

I’ve been undertaking a little online Christmas shopping this morning. For the uninitiated a little online shopping is similar to big online shop, just with fewer purchases. I’m uncertain of the gift volume parameters for differentiating if retail procurements are little or big in size. The nearest guidance from my normally erudite adult son Jonny…

Creating Memories

Late singer/songwriter Michael Jackson once taught us “Don’t blame it on the sunshine. Don’t blame it on moonlight. Don’t blame it on the good times. Blame it on the boogie.” As much as I enjoy listening to his music, I’d beg to differ with old Jacko on his accusatory advocacy. After all, I’d venture the…