Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
On Sunday I ventured to York with my wife Karen, visiting the home of our son Jonathon. Our eldest offspring inviting us east along the A64 for Mother's Day luncheon. A welcome extended to treat his mater to a flavoursome meal, as opposed to the bland fodder he opines ordinarily grace his parent's kitchen table, regardless... Continue Reading →
I made another dent in the treating of my dad Malcolm’s garden fencing yesterday. It’s a time consuming job which has taken longer than anticipated due to fitting the task around other priorities. A friend light heartedly asked if it was the Forth Bridge I was painting, due to what they saw as my procrastination. I was pretty... Continue Reading →