Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Over the past two years, or so, I've penned on several occasions about my lab/retriever buddy Coco. The loveable canine force of nature whose exuberance on greeting people is delivered with such forceful excitement it wouldn't surprise me if her hello registered on the Richter Scale. As a middle-aged man who'd never owned a dog... Continue Reading →
The construction of my mum's new downstairs wet room is progressing nicely. Hopefully, within a week the old lady, whose prevailing post-stroke mobility confines her to the ground floor, will have shower and toilet facilities at her disposal. Circumstances, negating any need for utilising commode and carer wet wash alternatives. Ceasing the latter requirements affording... Continue Reading →
Today's literary piece commences with my little canine buddy Coco, whose enchanting company I currently enjoy, undertaking a perimeter check of my back garden. Whether partaken as a strategy for reducing jeopardy to her pack, ie me, or that she just doesn't fancy watching 'Home Under The Hammer' on telly, I doubt I'll ever know.... Continue Reading →