Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yours truly feels like I've been run over by a steamroller this morning..... I knew it was a mistake getting tarmac laid in the front room. Seriously, though, I've woken consumed with fatigue, lethargy, along with feelings of indifference about whether to even pen a blog this Remembrance Day. However, I must remain disciplined; adhering... Continue Reading →
With my elderly mother self-isolating, I'd the unmitigated joy of undertaking the weekly food shop in solitude. In the wake of coronavirus' wrath, panic buying has left many supermarket shelves sparsely stocked. In fact, the toilet roll aisle of a retail outlet I patronised yesterday was so bereft of toilet tissue squatters had taken residence... Continue Reading →