Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
On Christmas Day I was fortunate to have the opportunity to liberate quite a few gifts from their wrapping paper incarceration. Trinkets which made me grateful I've such thoughtful family and friends. Bestowals whose number were heavily stacked by redolently scented cosmetic creams and sprays; circumstances sowing seeds of doubt in my erratic mind I'd... Continue Reading →
Door number five on the advent calendar opened effortlessly this morning. A small tug of the sticky tape applied by pilferer of its former confectionery contents (who'll remain nameless) relinquishing the cardboard door from it's union with the calendars façade. With aspirations of elevating Christmas cheer levels in the Thirsk cottage I'm sharing with a group... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I had a conversation with an old acquaintance about Christmas gifts. It wasn’t a long conversation, more me asking him “Where the chuff’s my Christmas present?!” Knowing I was joking he laughed and the conversation moved on. He confided in me he’d just undergone a minor hospital procedure to remove something on his head.... Continue Reading →