Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning, in preparation for the arrival of a garbage skip later this week I've undertaken the stress busting task of smashing up a single bed with a lump hammer. Like pounding a punch bag, which I undertook during circuit sessions when pre-COVID gym visits were allowed, it's a chore bequeathing an immeasurable lightening of... Continue Reading →
Sunday 15th April - Yesterday, the missus and I returned the upstairs chambers back to some semblance of tidiness, following the upheaval caused by the week's decorating. A frustrating seven days or so where I couldn't locate stuff due to errant piles of clothing, inaccessible drawers and furniture road blocks in various rooms. I also... Continue Reading →
I indulged in a spot of document purging this morning. It's took a while, but at long last I got my backside in gear after acknowledging I couldn’t put off this task any longer. It finally dawning on me that my procrastination was starting to impact the cordial ambiance in Chez Strachan; so I decided... Continue Reading →