Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
As already chronicled on a couple of occasions since Monday, earlier in the week my sister Helen facilitated a change in our mum's care package. A move aimed at improving the day to day living circumstances of her dementia afflicted matriarch and eldest brother - Actions which've returned familial cordiality back to the place where... Continue Reading →
This morning it was great to be back on the metaphorical saddle of the metaphorical horse called Collecting For MacMillan. It's been eighteen long months since GJ Strachan's last experienced the vim boost borne from undertaking voluntary work, and I've missed it enormously. COVID blocking off another uplifting avenue to further mess with my strained... Continue Reading →
I'm penning this chronicle at a White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) coffee house, taking advantage of three hours respite from caring for my mum. My sojourn partly born from knowledge if I remain within chez Strachan's hallowed walls when afforded this break, I'll still end up making cuppas and lunches for my mum, Maggie...... Not... Continue Reading →
My late father visited me in a dream last night. Looking like he did in his 50's, he didn't speak to me, in fact with me almost stuck dumb by this rendezvous hardly any words were exchanged. I did, though, hug him as tenaciously as I've ever embraced anyone, either awake or in slumber episode.... Continue Reading →
Sitting in a South Leeds shopping centre café, the inaugural paragraphs of this monologue are being written during a thirty minutes period I've to kill while waiting to start a stint of voluntary work for a national cancer charity. My medio iced Americano staring back at me, I panoramically scour the tables of this multinational... Continue Reading →
Tomorrow, my wife Karen returns from an eleven night sabbatical at her childhood home in the County Durham town of Birtley. A sojourn undertaken to help care for her recently widowed octogenarian father. Although not a hiatus requiring passport, Hawaiian shirt or the SPF 20 sun cream, on her return my spouse will be required... Continue Reading →
Due to recent life events, I'm currently undertaking an unintended 'Dry January'. My alcohol abstinence not earning money for a charitable cause, as with those who're partaking in the official event, however at least my liver will be benefitting from this extended sobriety. To be honest, I actually could drink if so desired as long... Continue Reading →
Thursday morning witnessed an early start for yours truly - Commencing when my phone alarm proffered a dream shattering cacophony, causing me to franctically search for the device's snooze button. Initially, with hand flaling floorward, it was actually my jeans I pressed in my disorientated state of reveille. Unsurprisingly, that didn't negate the alarm's din... Continue Reading →
Recently, I've found my enthusiasm for writing these daily narratives has been on the wane. Consequently, the whole process is taking significantly longer than usual and ideas that ordinarily flow plentifully are currently of a premium. A fact not helped with the creative flow being diminished by having to pen the pieces in broken segments... Continue Reading →