Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This pièce littéraire is brought to you at a second attempt - Following a network issue at the Majorcan hotel I resided last week, my inaugural attempt wasn't saved to my editing app. An episode which didn't spring to light until I attempted to retrieve the six hundred words I'd painstakingly written on a tablet.... Continue Reading →
Looking out through French doors leading from chez Strachan's dining room to the rear garden, low autumnal solar rays highlight unsightly grime upon the glasswork. Muck consequential of recent West Yorkshire precipitation...... Looks like we'll witness the windolene, a cloth and chamois leather later today. Thankfully, though, the rain residue isn't bad enough to deprive... Continue Reading →
I was intending to garden this afternoon. However, on this scorching day, my enthusiasm for the task disappeared along with the garden thermometer's mercury, after it overheated and blew its top. Consequently, as I write, my lawnmower loiters lonely and unloved in the garage, while yours truly lounges at a patio table shaded by parasol.... Continue Reading →
Tis a gradely day here in West Yorkshire. An oppressive heat affording opportunity for us Brits to indulge in our national sport of whinging about the weather. These meteorological clarion calls a year long pastime which, if segwayed into Olympic competition, the GB/NI squad would undoubtedly strike gold. Previously, I oft pondered why the same... Continue Reading →
Yesterday morning saw GJ Strachan chronicling his daily blog in a different coffee house to the usual domaine d'ecriture. Circumstances dictated to some extent by an unscheduled need to visit his east Leeds based GP and pharmacist. A medication hiccup which required immediate attention the catalyst to re-arrangement of journalling location. Footnote - The medication... Continue Reading →
Tuesday 8th May - During the sporadic days when solar rays grace le jardin Strachan, we bequeath our chromatic sanctuary the moniker Owl Bar. The source of this nome de plume the long-standing nickname (Owls) my kids and me bestowed on wife Karen. A term of endearment borne from a time in the 1990's when... Continue Reading →
Thursday 5th April - Took a brief morning sojourn to the out of town White Rose Shopping Centre for mater's weekly comestibles. Outside a cloudless teal sky at last paraded a golden sun after the long awaited baton change from winter to spring. The latter having lots of catching up to undertake on the season... Continue Reading →
This morning I opened the bedroom curtains to be greeted by a little seen spherical object overhead. Mustard of colour, it bequeathed a comforting warmth to my unshaven face and equally hirsute chest. Through tired eyes, I assumed either the sun had made a welcome return, or Laa Laa had been filled with helium again by his mischievous Teletubby friends. After... Continue Reading →
Despite it still being March, yesterday's pleasant West Yorkshire temperatures allowed for our family Mother's Day roast dinner to be consumed alfresco. The sunny temperate weather enabling my wife, adult children, my parents and I to sit comfortably at the patio table, whilst we chewed the fat...... I knew I should have bought a leaner cut of meat! Only kidding, the... Continue Reading →