Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Housesitting my marital home continues into its final week; for the time being anyhow. In preparation for her monthly oncology treatment, my estranged wife returning from her father's abode this coming weekend. On receipt of her treatment she'll be returning back north to County Durham where she'll care for her indisposed forebear. Remaining at her... Continue Reading →
This afternoon, I plan to cook Sunday dinner for my mum. The traditional roast beef serving to be dished up with roast potatoes, Yorkshire puddings, cauliflower, broccoli and sprouts. After this gorging on meat and vegetable West Yorkshire will be issued with a red weather alert. This notice warning of horrific winds ahead, particularly in... Continue Reading →
This morning my mother departed on a weeks holiday to Bridlington with some of her buddies. Consequently, GJ Strachan's upcoming days will hopefully be bereft of being asked the same question he'd answered five minutes early, along with a host of other maternal habits which 'press his buttons'. After completing this journal, yours truly is... Continue Reading →
It's been endearing to receive so many birthday wishes via social media. I'm always appreciative when individuals take time to convey regards; a gratitude mirrored when also making space in their schedules for tarries to my website writesaidfred.org and/or read my narratives. With my time predominantly spent in solitude for a few years now, by... Continue Reading →
I've just spent a cathartic couple of hours at Roundhay Park on the northern edge of our fair metropolis. As with the medicinal compound created by Lily the Pink ( the eponymous creation of beatnik poets The Scaffold), the jaunt was efficacious in everyway. Meandering amongst the mature trees, well-kempt grassy knolls and sporadic clusters of bedding plants, my angst at finding... Continue Reading →
With the raising of early springtime temperatures, yesterday I managed get my front and back lawns aeriated. Ordinarily I don’t undertake this until mid-April, however this chore priority was raised following last weeks heavy precipitation. With both lawns seemingly reluctant to relinquish the gallons of water bequeathed by the rainstorms, there was a requirement for... Continue Reading →