MOT…. We’re Gonna See You Skint!

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 →

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