Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Twenty seven years ago today I became a father for the first time. It was just gone 3 am when my son Jonathon made an appearance at a Bedfordshire hospital. His arrival followed a harrowing seven hours for his mum, and me shouting myself hoarse with regular cries of “Heave!”..... An unhelpful yell that made it appear the delivery room was... Continue Reading →
Recently, I visited York to see my son Jonny on his day off. It's always a fillip to catch up with the lad who calls me dad....... He calls me some less flattering things as well, but they'll remain within the family. Jonny and I took in lunch in one of York’s many fine eateries.... Continue Reading →
My son Jonny is attending a work related course this week, meaning he has a five night stay at a hotel on the outskirts of London. It is the start of a six month stint in ‘The Smoke’ for the eldest of my offspring. It sounds a ‘full on’ week for the lad and his... Continue Reading →
On a couple of occasions recently I've had very pleasant lunches out, courtesy of two different Christmas gifts. On Friday, my wife Karen and I had a two course lunch with drinks at a Country House hotel in the Vale of York, courtesy of my sister Helen. While yesterday Karen, my parents and I had... Continue Reading →
I displayed unusual restraint this morning when I forewent a McDonalds breakfast. I was proud of myself for not acting upon the terrible craving I had, when I woke, for a double sausage and egg McMuffin. I’m no sure why I didn’t act upon it! It could have been the aroma of bread toasting emanating... Continue Reading →