Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm penning this chronicle at a White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) coffee house, taking advantage of three hours respite from caring for my mum. My sojourn partly born from knowledge if I remain within chez Strachan's hallowed walls when afforded this break, I'll still end up making cuppas and lunches for my mum, Maggie...... Not... Continue Reading →
As I commence this prose, my brother Ian's just left our mother's home where he's been providing me respite from carer to our mater. Him affording me a break from the caring role a huge fillip for his elder sibling. Another boon was my notoriously clumsy brother left the matriarchal gaff without breakage. An achievement... Continue Reading →
There was well-earned respite today for the post-surgery carer of Monsieur Strachan senior. A day out in Harrogate the much-needed break for my mum, accompanied by my wee missus. Reward for her challenging few months, including dealing my papa's irrational new insistence he is addressed as though he's a Frenchman! Even when the individual is low maintenance, residing in a household with a... Continue Reading →