Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
My son Jonny and I undertook further garage clearance in chez Strachan senior on Sunday. Unshaven and dressed to combat the West Yorkshire chill, the pair of us looked like bungling thieves Harry and Marv from the movie Home Alone. Thankfully, our well-meaning graft wasn't hampered by an elaborate set of traps set by the neighbourhood... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, I started the unenviable task of tidying our garage. A tedious job that included the cleaning out of my toolbox, sorting screws into comparable sizes and pondering why, during my 29 year marriage, I'd gone to the unnecessary expense of purchasing two of every tool. Amongst the emotional re-acquaintances I made sorting my toolbox, I was reunited with dust and wood... Continue Reading →