The strain of being a full-time carer to my mother hit me yesterday evening, when I’d an unacceptable meltdown when my plans to watch the live rugby league game were derailed. Aspirations of unwinding in front of the Leeds Rhinos v Wigan Warriors game departing down the same avenue where Lord Lucan disappeared. The source…
Tag: words
An Unlikely Tale
I’ve just been unpacking a bulky new fridge which, when being shifted by GJ Strachan in isolation, felt so heavy and vast I wouldn’t have surprised me to learn it possessed it’s own zip code. Now unpacked and garage in situ, the huge silver coloured ‘construction’ now looking down on everything in its adjacent proximity….
Saturday Scrawl
At 10am my first chore of the day, the construction of the remaining two Hygena kitchen table chairs, was completed earlier than anticipated, affording me extra time for Saturday’s scribble. The other pair assembled during a quieter period a fortnight ago. It’s fair to say, I’m spinning a few existential plates at the moment. In…
Art In The Most Unlikely Of Places
As I write, I’m somewhat distracted by the noise of holes being drilled in breeze blocks. This commotion courtesy of downstairs wet room construction being undertaken around ten feet away, between chez Strachan’s garage and entrance hall. I’ve never been party to the noise emitted when a rhinoceros undergoes circumcision without anaesthetic. However, I’d venture…
That’s Magic
The rain has returned with a vengeance over the last few days. in fact, it was so bad in the early hours of Saturday morning the water flowing down the cul-de-sac resembled a swollen brook. Consequently, for a few hours, my front window bequeathed what a realtor may describe as riverside views. Anyhow, mercifully, this…
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…
True or False?
Via the conduit of Zoom, yesterday I partook in an esprit filled quiz evening with six buddies from the north east of England. This ‘Magnificent Seven’ (including yours truly) contributing rounds of inquisitions covering subjects such as geography, music, alcohol, movies, Fred Dinage’s barnet and football. In between two of the rounds, this entertainment feast…
Ah, That Explains It!
This morning, while pondering the clothing best suited another day languishing at home, I noticed the arran sweater I’d adorned yesterday had all its buttons completely secured…… Ok, I admit it, it’s a cardigan, not a jumper. Laid on the bedroom floor, where it’d been unceremoniously dumped the previous evening, witnessing this sweater fully fastened…
A Splinter of Ice
“There is a splinter of ice in the heart of a writer.” – Graham Greene Above a thought-provoking quote from the twice ‘Nobel Prize for Literature’ nominated author. The ice splinter of which he alludes affording writers the capability of turning tragedy into art through the ability of journaling prose dispassionately. Possessing this element of…