My last post indicated some kind of travel was in my future. It turned out that travel was a lot closer than I expected. The day after my last post was published was a Monday. I was in the office when I got word from my family that my mother had passed away. It wasn't… Continue reading Bones of grief (20.22)
Author: michellekstone
Australian-born London-dweller. I love books, travel, my garden, my cat, my husband and sunshine but not necessarily in that order.
How to be a winner and loser at the same time (19.22)
Good and bad news this week. Let's start with this week’s bad news: I lost a friend. Not a real friend, but someone whose voice I have listened to intently over the last two years. Someone whose relaxing tone helped me feel calm and focussed; someone who made me laugh; someone who helped me calm… Continue reading How to be a winner and loser at the same time (19.22)
Gruntled and Gormful (18.22)
Wordplay Isn't the English language a funny thing? We were discussing this week the idea of being gormless. It's one of those anti-words that doesn't really have a postive version. You can be gormless but not gormful. Why is that? Why does gormless persist as a word but gormful doesn't? And what it gorm? But… Continue reading Gruntled and Gormful (18.22)
May I? May 1 (17.2022)
Back from holidays and in need of some catching up with this blog and with all my writing in general. I'm carrying a lot of thoughts around in my head and I really need to start putting them down on real or virtual paper. I need to get back onto a more regular writing routine,… Continue reading May I? May 1 (17.2022)
Happy New Year
I'm a little behind with posts due to being on holiday so here instead is a short story inspired by my trip. It was Jack's idea to come to South East Asia. He had bought himself a large midlife crisis camera and done an introduction to digital photography course and now he saw himself as… Continue reading Happy New Year
Pre holiday panic (14.22)
Wednesday I go to sleep composing in my head the emails I didn't send today but need to send tomorrow. I wake up some time around 2:00am, listening to heavy rain smacking against the windows and find my mind caught in a thought loop about the different ways ough is pronounced in English. * thought… Continue reading Pre holiday panic (14.22)
April fish out of water (13.22)
The French say poisson d'Avril, April fish, not April Fool. Because we are now in April, and I am an April fish out of water. Or am I a fool? I have spoken before about my scepticism over gratitude practice, but since starting my new job and using my new diary that has three boxes… Continue reading April fish out of water (13.22)
One foot in front of the other (12.22)
Second week into my new job and I'm starting to realise just how much I don't know. I've gone from working very intensely on seven or eight projects, to working at a very surface level on potentially over one hundred projects. This is requiring a significant change of mindset and an ongoing sense of panic… Continue reading One foot in front of the other (12.22)
Sprung (11.22)
I started my new job this week. But it was three days in before I went to the office and started to meet my new colleagues. The woman who is helping me settle in brought me flowers, which was lovely and a sign of how happy she is she no longer has to manage a… Continue reading Sprung (11.22)
All change please (10.22)
I will try this week not to mention the U word or the R word. Or the W word. There is enough in the news about this already. In my gloomy outlook last week I forgot to talk about how the easing of restrictions looks. Because we are there now, the other side. The After.… Continue reading All change please (10.22)
Tales from Tobhamhor 