More Venting On An Advent

Yesterday, my other half returned to West Yorkshire after a three-night visit to her parents in Birtley, County Durham. As part of her home town’s legislation, any of the townsfolk that leave the inside of it’s metaphorical walls have to return every three months for stone cladding refresher courses. An edict my missus was about to breach…… Failure to adhere to this dictum results…

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A Christmas Carol (Of Sorts)

Christmas preparations continued apace in chez Strachan today, with my wife Karen provisionally booking a perennial visit by ghosts of Christmas past, present and future on Christmas Eve night. An annual occurrence deemed necessary by my missus for my redemption after a year of being less than chirpy. Hopefully, when the spectres arrive bearing Christmas fear we won’t have a repeat…

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Not About The Renaissance

My recent run of being delayed in commencing a daily monologue reoccurred again today. The start of my literary venture delayed until around 4.40pm, as a consequence of a pressing voluntary work appointment, along with later prolonged Internet connectivity problems with my laptop. As is the case with most of my yarns, I’ve no idea…

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Caution, Surprises & Contemplation

The low winter sun and icy conditions necessitated a cautious drive to East Ardsley this morning. Regardless of the copious amounts of grit on main roads and highways, with temperatures outside hovering around zero centigrade, heedfulness was the watchword. Yours truly’s venture 10 miles south-west was to taxi the old lady to her long-suffering hairdresser. An unfortunate crimper who has the unenviable task of styling mater’s…

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Thou Doth Protest Too Much

A morning dropping my wife at the train station, visiting the Leeds United ticket office and a trek down to the White Rose Shopping Centre, means another late start at commencing today’s narrative. The journey to the train station was one of ‘absolute joy’, a consequence of local taxi drivers demonstrating about something or other. Their havoc causing strategy to deliberately…

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It’s Turned Out Nice Again

If you’re in the fortunate position to fulfil this option, today’s a day to stay indoors with the central heating on full, a Christmas movie or two on TV, along with partaking in an unseemly scrap with the rest of the household over who gets to wrap themselves in the sofa’s throw. The latter a family tradition…

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What The Dickens Are You On About?!

Yesterday morning, I woke to a festive scene of a snow scattering in the village of East Ardsley, Wakefield. Despite the presence of winter sun, zero centigrade temperatures outside of my mother’s house meant this covering wasn’t in any great rush to abate. It’s procrastination at melting requiring villagers to take extra care on ungritted roads and pavements. There wasn’t a great deal…

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