Tie A Yellow Ribbon

It’s been a while since she’s trodden the hallowed halls and chambers of casa Strachan but, after six and a half weeks of being hospital in situ, my mum is scheduled to soon return to her home of 32 years. My maternal forebear returning to what will become a newly adapted residence to cater for…

Return of the Mag

With a heavy heart and empty fridge, a few days back I was relieved of my dog sitting duties when Coco returned to her Lancastrian homeland. The giddy lab/retriever venturing over the Pennine Hills with her mum Samantha, where I’m told Cokes’s has re-embraced her penchant for strutting around the parish Manc walk style like…

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…

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…

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…

Higher Priorities

Today, due to an itinerary containing domestic chores of higher priority, GJ Strachan’s daily journal commenced later than usual. As a consequence of beef casserole preparation, along with ironing a pile of recently laundered clothes, my arrival at the laptop keyboard was delayed until the sun’d already passed over the yardarm. Incidentally, use of ‘the…

An Intervention Required?

This morning, on unceremoniously dragged myself from my pit, yours truly resolved to uphold yesterday’s promise in the blog A Splinter of Ice. Notions where I spoke of upping my journalist game; this decision taken in order to grow as a writer – Subsequently creating more upmarket, intelligent prose. My aspiration to veer from my…

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…

Liberty Brings Responsibility

“Liberty brings with it responsibility. That is why most men dread it.” – George Bernard Shaw A quote yours truly read a few days back which, bearing in mind prevailing global social and political sentiment, resonated strongly with me. Shaw’s adage warning us with the gift of freedom comes an obligation. A duty to put…