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
Author: Michelle Kn Stone
Australian-born London-dweller. I love books, travel, my garden, my husband and sunshine but not necessarily in that order.
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)
Crazy zig-zag (9.22)
The prospect of dying in a nuclear war was something I thought I left behind in the 1980s. It's not something I have thought of much since then. But this week, twice, I have been engaged in a conversation about the prospect of nuclear war, or to paraphrase how someone described it, "we all die… Continue reading Crazy zig-zag (9.22)
Peak Time (8.22)
It seems flippant of me to write about being on holiday when in the past days, Russia has invaded Ukraine. My friends and colleagues still have family there. And I'm sorry, but putting a little Ukrainian flag on your Facebook profile picture isn't going to make much difference. Will Putin say, Oh no, I'd better… Continue reading Peak Time (8.22)
Book book go (7.22)
Sleep is a precious thing On Monday I managed to get some golden hours of sleep between 3-something and 7am when the alarm went off. It was such good sleep I lay in bed longer than I should have, savouring the after feeling of all that sleep, like running a finger around a plate to… Continue reading Book book go (7.22)
Blessing
The strange smell was definitely coming from the short French woman in front with the dreadlocks. Lydia leaned in slightly to sniff the air again. Out in the sun there had just been the smell of unwashed bodies in unwashed clothes oozing that particular spicy food sweat smell. But now they were inside, in the… Continue reading Blessing
Tales from Tobhamhor 