A Reassuring Bulletin

I’ve just received an email advising me the COVID-19 test I took yesterday morning, akin to my general outlook on life, turned out to be negative. To clarify, this communication from the NHS COVID-19 team didn’t comment on my negative existential outlook – That bit was added by yours truly to add whimsy. I don’t…

Only Tools &……

Upon departing my marital home in late 2019, wanting to avoid my estranged wife being bereft of DIY utensils I left my existing set for her to use going forward. Consequently meaning I’d cause to procure a brand new toolkit. Not unsurprisingly, she didn’t thank me for this benevolence, Instead, in a fit of trademark…

Adapting to Dementia

More by chance than any Poirotesque slouthery on my part the mystery of chez Strachan’s missing toothpaste tube has been solved. The location of this gel receptacle, which disappeared moments after its arrival within these hallowed walls on Thursday, has baffled this house’s finest minds for the last forty eight hours. That being said, classing…

Lavender

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…

Without A Thought

Like a weeping trench foot infection, this Sunday a less salubrious side of my nations social zeitgeist oozed toxically during England failure to secure the Euro 2020 trophy. Supporters behaviour providing evidence, if any were needed, of the ‘without thought for others’ culture flowing through a section of misguided Englanders veins. Before proceeding yours truly…

Reclaiming The Ensign?

I begin this prose with a woolly head, consequential of yesterday evening’s celebrations following England’s progression to the final of Euro 2020. A hard fought victory over Denmark, setting up a game with Italy on Sunday to secure European football champions bragging rights. National fever born from Gareth Southgate’s boys’ achievement seemingly a catalyst to…

What Would Laurence Llewellyn-Bowen Do?

With the construction element of chez Strachan’s bathroom revamp now completed, GJ Strachan’s thoughts have turned to selecting the chamber’s ornamental and pictorial furnishings. Before proceeding further I’d like to clarify that, despite possibly reading differently, my initial sentence doesn’t mean I couldn’t embark on accessory selection until plumbing’d been concluded and silicon dry. Yours…

All Rise!

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…

Back On Crutches

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,…