With it’s predominantly glass construction making my current environment uncomfortably warm, I don’t know how long I’m gonna be able to sit writing in this present spot; a coffee house within a south Leeds shopping centre. My iced Americano making little impact when it comes to cooling my body temperature, I’m finding the discomfort borne…
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Night Skating
It’s 6.30am on a Saturday morning and I’ve just woken from the bizarre dream sequence which played out during slumber. This offbeat night vision’s plot line including involvement in a game of ice hockey while awaiting my car to be repaired at an adjacent garage. As these scenes manifested, I don’t know what surprised me…
What Would Laurence Llewellyn-Bowen Do?
With the construction element of chez Strachan’s bathroom revamp now completed, GJ Strachan’s thoughts have turned to selecting the chamber’s ornamental and pictorial furnishings. Before proceeding further I’d like to clarify that, despite possibly reading differently, my initial sentence doesn’t mean I couldn’t embark on accessory selection until plumbing’d been concluded and silicon dry. Yours…
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…
Scream If You Wanna Go Faster!
Yesterday morning I took my mum for her second COVID jab. With Maggie suffering a stroke not long after receipt of the initial vaccination, I raised questions regarding potential jeopardy levels from a subsequent injection. Fears calmed by assurances there’s more risk to the octogenarians’s health by declining the coronavirus countering serum. Consequently, as West…
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….
Getting Reacquainted
Day three of housesitting my former marital home. As alluded to in Saturday’s monologue, initially the sixteen months I’ve spent away from this abode impaired my memory as to the storage location of numerous items. Thankfully, though, I’ve now re-acquainted myself with where pots, pans, glasses, tins and shower gel are housed. Yesterday, yours truly…
The Search Goes On
My search for a creative/content writing role continues apace…… Well, apace is probably exaggerating the prevailing verve in which GJ Strachan seeks a literary work role….. In fact, I recently learned a sloth beat me to a blogging role I’d applied for last week. In the sloths defence, even if I’d have got my application…
Same As The Old Boss
I’ve just been reminded by Mrs Strachan senior that our clocks go back in a few days….. Those bloody bailiffs never give us a break!…. Seriously, though, at the weekend 2020’s British Summer Time (BST) concludes when clocks turn back an hour. In chez Strachan these sixty minutes aren’t ordinarily utilised by augmenting my sleep longevity….