Their Race Run

Bank Holiday Monday brought forth an early reveille for yours truly. Given a 8am – 1pm window for my boiler’s annual service, a rarely used watch alarm was set for 7.30am. Making my breakfast early on a cold, dark wintertide morn an activity I’d not undertaken for a long, long time. Footnote – All other…

When Life Gives You Lemmon……

Yesterday, yours truly returned from spending Christmas at mater’s to reacquaint myself with the role of housesitter at my marital home in east Leeds.. GJ Strachan’s Boxing Day one of greater dietary self-restraint than witnessed during Christmas Day’s over indulgence. Instead, my time filled writing, watching classic old movies, an Alan Partridge episode and consumption…

Happy Christmas COVID’s Not Over

To the tune of Happy Christmas War Is Over…… With apologies to John Lennon:- So this is ChristmasAnd what have you doneA year dodging COVIDAnd not reading The SunAnd so this is ChristmasI hope you have funEven Boris and DonaldDespite being incredibly dumb A very merry ChristmasAnd a happy New YearLet’s hope it’s a good…

Creaking

This morning, upon opening door 17 of the Strachan advent calendar, I was startled when confronted by a sharp creaking sound. Uncertain of its source, I concluded the noise had either emanated from my yet to warm up middle aged limbs, or was a consequence of rusty calendar door hinges. With the festive adornment’s cardboard composition,  I swiftly…

Just Another Day

As November saunters moribundly towards it’s dawn, we prepare for the advent of Christmas 2020. A festive period which’ll be unprecedented in the half century plus I’ve existed on this earth. Coronavirus resulting in having to purchase my turkey donning a mask. Incidentally, that’s me adorning the face covering. The turkey, its race already run,…

Embracing The Solitude

Housesitting my marital home continues into its final week; for the time being anyhow. In preparation for her monthly oncology treatment, my estranged wife returning from her father’s abode this coming weekend. On receipt of her treatment she’ll be returning back north to County Durham where she’ll care for her indisposed forebear. Remaining at her…

The COVID Which Stole Xmas

Under COVID’s watch, it’s clear brio levels during Halloween, Bonfire Night on the 5th November, along with the Christmas period will be significantly lower than usual. Under virus restrictions, these traditional festivals/events will afford only a fraction of the perennial verve normally brought to the table. Amongst my thoughts on virus impact, it dawned on…

Ostentatious Dining in WF3

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 the culinary banquet a M&S…

You For Coffee?

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 that on occasion they’ve commenced…