Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm currently making the most of sitting in an environment of rare serenity in chez Strachan. For the first time in a week I'm writing a blog without a distracting background soundscape, such as the murmur of daytime TV, nor the thunderous snoring of my mother or Coco (the canine buddy I'm dog sitting until... Continue Reading →
After four days of suffering, discomfort consequential from straining my lateral knee ligament has started abating. Don't get me wrong, every now and again I'm being blind-sided by sharp joint twinges, leading to a swift unanticipated expulsions of air. However, if required, at least now I can drive again, mercifully affording me greater scope mobility... Continue Reading →
I'm finding the writing process more challenging and significantly less cathartic of late. The strain of being a full-time carer for my mum, and having to write in sporadic spurts due to higher priority chores, diminishing the esprit ordinarily imparted by penning prose. In particular, I'm finding writing in my favoured genre of whimsy tough... Continue Reading →
I've just returned from an essentials shop at the local convenience store. With it's checkouts fitted out with clear plastic tarpaulin, aimed at providing employees a degree of protection from the COVID-19 virus, it manifested notions within me I'd inadvertently wandered onto the kill set in an episode TV drama Dexter. On reaching the till,... Continue Reading →
This morning, during an aimless meander through the oft idiotic observations which 'grace' the annals (or should that be anals?) of Twitter, I stumbled upon a thought-provoking YouTube submission. This compelling listen the words of an A&E doctor during a rare break from his hectic workload at a London hospital. During a telephone conversation with... Continue Reading →
Within the next few days I'll reach a couple of milestones on this enduring blogging odyssey. Firstly, today's narrative is the 1,800th piece I've penned since, five years ago, embarking on this sojourn by syntax. The second juncture of note is that of the aforementioned five year anniversary of me writing, along with publishing the... Continue Reading →
I've just returned from a post-lunch stroll to pick up cardio meds from the pharmacy. Not a massive walk by any stretch of the imagination, however the half hour return journey was the longest hike I've undertaken during my rehabilitation from heart attack. Consequently, I'm heartened (pardon the pun) that I've achieved another small but... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, within the welcoming environment of our parents home, my sister Helen, her husband Steve, daughter Megan, my wife Karen and I cordially lunched with mater and pater. As ever, the quality of the buffet lunch didn't disappoint. If food critic Egon Ronay had have been present he would have undoubtedly bestowed a glittering review on... Continue Reading →
I had a wee sojourn over to chez Strachan senior this afternoon, catching up on the progress of my recuperating pater, along with undertaking a few gardening chores. I was encouraged to hear that the old man is getting his appetite back. A much needed dietary requirement following a month in hospital living almost exclusively on cheese toasties and... Continue Reading →