As undertaken around a month ago, I’m contemplating ridding myself of facial hair. This a consequence of my visage fluff starting to itch like hell. Not to mention my wife recently liken me to Catweazle’s scruffier brother...…. And that was before I’d even grown this full beard! Pretentiously, I see my increased facial hirsuteness as … Continue reading Hair
Tag: prose
Adapting
Yesterday, during discharge from hospital, a medic warned me to take things steady physically, along with avoiding situations that may trigger stressful responses. Well meaning advice key to GJ Strachan's speedier post-op recuperation. The need of which chronicled in greater depth in yesterdays blog 'Home at Last' - https://strachan.blog/2019/01/15/home-at-last/ Knowing the potential consequences of not … Continue reading Adapting
Better Late Than……
As a consequence of this morning's three hours voluntary work, lunch with a family member and undertaking a weekly food shop, today's blog has been somewhat delayed. It's just gone 4pm on Thursday 10th January 2019 and this is the first opportunity I've had to open up my laptop. My trusty sidekick who accompanies me … Continue reading Better Late Than……
Greggs the Goldfish
The glow of a gas fire flame ensures a comforting warmth is today's sensory writing companion. With the inaudible presence of a Trappist monk, the serene flickers of terracotta hued flares unassumingly go about their daily business, bringing not just heat but a cathartic serenity to the soul. Consequently my feelgood factor is akin to … Continue reading Greggs the Goldfish
Annus Mixed Fortunesius
I've decided to undertake an easier literary route with writesaidfred.org's final posting of 2018. Taking a lead from various media channels at this time of year, I'm going to look back over snippets of my content postings during the past twelve months. My informational sources the insight data available to me via administrative access on … Continue reading Annus Mixed Fortunesius
1970’s Hogmanays at Chez Strachan
Ordinarily, these days I don't normally over-indulge with the New Years Eve celebrations. A situation very different to my parents during my formative years, when my family welcomed the dawn of a new year with gusto. Gusto was a German guy who lived on Cromer Avenue. As I recall, he was affable of nature; however his … Continue reading 1970’s Hogmanays at Chez Strachan
Focussing On The Yuletide Meaning
After concluding this narrative, I face a day of cleaning my humble abode, walking into Crossgates to re-negotiate my daughters mobile phone contract, a trip to the bottle bank, and (time allowing) watching a classic Christmas movie. I've not decided which movie to watch, but intend to be more selective with my festive season entertainment … Continue reading Focussing On The Yuletide Meaning
