In the absence of my estranged wife, I’m back residing at my marital home for a few nights. Circumstances, though, that didn’t stop me lunching at my mother’s abode today; my company the brood’s matriarch, my son Jonathon and his affianced Jenny. This family feast not just any old lunch, moreover […]
As alluded to within numerous of my essays, of late GJ Strachan has penned a large proportion of his daily prose residing in a White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) coffee house, south Leeds. This frequency of visit so regular the very amiable baristas seem so au fait with my order […]
Door sixteen of the advent calendar sits ajar. Consequently, Santa’s only eight days left to bark out further motivational banter to his reindeer ‘army’, prior to their gruelling twenty four hour shift dragging fat arse and his gift laden chariot around the globe. In preparation for an arduous night on […]
Yesterday, I was the recipient of a scented candle Christmas gift. Apparently, when ignited this wax fragrance enhancer apparently emits an odour of wild mint. A welcome change from the usual cinnamon aroma which’s ordinarily the family’s festive season candle scent of choice. As yet I’ve not lit the candle; […]
Yesterday, I’d a conversation with an old acquaintance about Christmas gifts. It wasn’t a long conversation, moreover me asking him “Where the chuff’s my Christmas present, you tight get?!” Knowing I was joking he laughed and the conversation moved on. He confided in me he’d just undergone a minor hospital […]
Door number five on the advent calendar opened effortlessly this morning. A small tug of the sticky tape applied by pilferer of its former confectionery contents (who’ll remain nameless) relinquishing the cardboard door from it’s union with the calendars façade. With aspirations of elevating Christmas cheer levels in the Thirsk cottage […]
On opening the Strachan advent calendar door number four this morning I was greeted by the souls of the oppressed. Although affable enough souls, particularly when you take into account the terrible suffering they’ve endured, I’m beginning to hold misgivings about investing in Torture magazine’s festive calendar***. Todays’s bestowal as equally […]
A trumpeter is serenading me with an instrumental version of Frosty the Snowman as I commence this literary offering. To clarify, the guy isn’t just serenading me in the front room of chez Strachan senior. He’s part of a quartet entertaining the massive queue of kids/parents below the mezzanine which […]
Today’s blog is my first after completing a couple of days hiatus from creating content for website writesaidfred.org . A much needed Christmas break after an emotionally challenging month after the recent passing of her mother. While my spouse spent her yuletide with her newly widowed father in County Durham, […]
