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 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 →
Being ‘on my tod’ over the weekend has allowed me a period of reflection on matters existential. Some quiet time to recharge my batteries and learn the words to Sinatra’s ballad Strangers in the Night. As a result, I’ve now got fully charged batteries for my remote controls, torches and my rotating bow tie. Additionally,... Continue Reading →
With my wife and daughter up in the north east of England on a visit to my spouses parents, I have the freedom of chez Strachan this weekend. So after concluding this blog I can indulge myself as I so wish. Without thought for anyone (apart from perhaps the swan and the unicorn) I can... Continue Reading →