Today, due to an itinerary containing domestic chores of higher priority, GJ Strachan's daily journal commenced later than usual. As a consequence of beef casserole preparation, along with ironing a pile of recently laundered clothes, my arrival at the laptop keyboard was delayed until the sun'd already passed over the yardarm. Incidentally, use of 'the... Continue Reading →
What’s The Time, Mrs Wolf?
https://youtu.be/RBHZFYpQ6nc If only I were a rich man! - A sentiment subscribed to by those who feel there's happy every afters in that there pretty green. A misguided idea believing being well off is the route to a trouble-free existence; a catalyst to a utopian place where misery and anxiety dare not darken it's door.... Continue Reading →