Consequential of my car undergoing an annual MOT test, GJ Strachan is scribing today's literary offering on the road. As writing while highway in situ or driving a vehicle with laptop on knee is wantonly reckless, it goes without saying my penning 'on the road' revelation shouldn't be taken literally. I'm, of course, inferring these... Continue Reading →
Order of Service
I've just dropped my motor off at a local garage for it's annual service. Sitting here at Costa coffees hop defiling a chaste white page with self-indulgent locutions, hopefully I'll not receive a mid-morning phone call from a mechanic informing he's identified an unexpected car maintenance issue. Problems such as my vehicle being afflicted by... Continue Reading →
Many A Mickle Maks A Muckle
Yesterday proved to be a productive day for yours truly. The itinerary commencing with a visit to Wakefield Hospice, allowing my mum to witness pater's memorial leaf on the 'Tree of Life'. This followed by a trip into Morley for household goods, booking my car in for it's MOT and the disposal of a pile... Continue Reading →