My Mate Marmite

Whoever dishes out serendipity, be that god, karma, fate or astrologer Russell Grant, divine spirits have been good to me over recent days. Yesterday’s gravy, adding to the glee evoked by my footballing paramours winning the championship on Saturday, finding out that marmite deodorant/body spray is actually a thing! The opinion dividing Vegemite spread now…

Putting Out Fires With Gasoline

Over the past two evenings I’ve lit two chiminea fires. Occasions where I’d sat contentedly adjacent to the pyre, while warmth from the blaze warmed my short clad legs and cockles of my heart…… Or should that be warmed the heartles of my…….. Ok, ok, stop that right now, Strachan! There’s fewer endorphin boosting redolences…

Dotty Dialogue

I’ve been delayed in writing today’s frivolous literary cook up; a consequence of setting up an Amazon Echo Dot. This device delivered just as I’d earlier parked my posterior on a dining chair and opened my laptop lid with lexicological intent. Ordinarily, when confronted with such distractions, I’ll remain steadfastly focussed upon the written job…

Old School Alexas

There are numerous instances on social media (SM) where individuals have posted their belief that in contemporary times smart phones are guilty of ‘Big Brother’ like surveillance. This paranoia fed by logging onto the likes of Facebook or Instagram timelines to witness advertisements for random products of which the ‘victim’ recently spoke. As I’ve experienced…

No Horticultural Pain. No Aesthetic Gain!

Today witnessed only the third drive of my car since lockdown. This to collect, at compliant social distancing, an afternoon tea gift for my mum in gratitude for letting me reside in her home on a pepper-corn rent. My benevolence bolstered further by her tolerating my capricious moods and, more importantly, mater desisting from her…

Pause For Applause

I’ve just returned indoors after partaking in a two minute ‘Clap for Carers’. This national weekly ritual affording Britain’s populace a platform to express gratitude to it’s care workers. People whose hard graft currently underpins the UK’s resolve amid this era of jeopardy. Individuals whose stoicism keep this sceptred isle’s candle burning, as COVID-19, working…

Life In A Northern Town

As I plough on with these diaries chronicling life under the epee de Damocles, hovering menacingly over the globe in the shape of COVID-19, my mum’s sitting opposite deriding an auctioneer on TV show Bargain Hunt. A dour looking fellow who she opines should display a chirpier persona, especially as “He’s on the bleeding telly!”…

COVID-19 Dictionary Additions

I’m beginning to wander if this frequent hand washing malarky, a necessity in this stark COVID-19 era, is starting to erode away my fingerprints. I raise the topic as within the past week I’ve observed my devices with fingerprint recognition technology seem only to sporadically respond to my dab. My paranoia manifesting notions the access interruption…