Yesterday’s overnight dream played out with the peculiarity which ordinarily underpins my visions of slumber. This surreal plot line including me taking a hedgehog shopping for shoes, snogging late singer/TV presenter Cilla Black and witnessing a circus clown riding off on a Penny Farthing bicycle he’d stolen from my garage. Events raising several questions upon…
Tag: whimsy
Library Location Labours
Bereft of a working printer, I’ve just spent the last hour cruising the streets of South Leeds/North Wakefield attempting to find a library to print off a package label. A frustrating odyssey where, after finding the first three book lenders closed, at a fourth attempt I finally fulfilled the task. Stanley Library, on the north…
At The First Stroke It’ll Be….
Tuesday 4th May affords me a rare odyssey out of the home, chauffeuring Mrs Strachan senior to fulfil an appointment with a stroke consultant. To clarify, the scheduled meeting is with a neurologist at Pinderfields Hospital, Wakefield; not that my octogenarian forebear’s booked herself an afternoon swimming lesson. On arrival at UK’s top hospital rhyming…
The Unused Questions
Due to a few of our groups unavailability, who’d more pressing appointments, Thursday nights bi-weekly online quiz was cancelled. Consequently, the questions prepared for this clambake remained unused; instead gathering metaphorical dust on my laptop hard drive. Of course, I could’ve saved these intentionally absurd inquiries until the next online get together. However, hamstrung by…
Time
I woke this morning thinking how lovely it’d be to turn back the clock to a time before COVID-19’s unwelcome appearance. A notion manifesting from recollections that overnight UK clocks’d moved forward from Greenwich Meantime (GMT) to British Summer Time (BST). Among the timepieces being moved sixty minutes hence, the town hall clocks residing in…
See Ya’ Later, Alligator
Lain a few feet from me on the lounge floor is one of Coco’s soft dog toys which, gauging by the girth of the snout, I’m guessing is an alligator, not a crocodile. I suppose, checking the underbelly label of this item maybe able to confirm this assumption, but I’m not bored or intrigued enough…
Side Affects
This afternoon I’m scheduled to receive my first coronavirus vaccine. I know it’s my inaugural jab as I’ve not previously been afforded one. If I had, within this pieces initial sentence, I’d have highlighted it was my second shot in the arm. Unless, of course it was my third. In which case, as there’s only…
Wake Me Up When Dinner’s Ready
Day three of dog sitting Coco the lab/retriever. The sandy coloured enchanter who melts my heart and, through her penchant for fleecing me out of half my meal, is contributing towards the loss of the 9lb in weight I’ve gained during coronavirus lockdown…… I guess dog’s aren’t labelled as mans best friend for nothing. As…
Dog Sitting
I’m currently dog sitting my little Labrador/retriever buddy Coco. This beautiful lady, who’s as I write quietly gazes back at me with her head propped on an easy chair arm, has thankfully just granted my lugholes some respite. My ears close to bleeding after the raucously excitable bark she emitted whilst going out for a…