“Nothing too sweet,” she’d say, rolling her eyes with affection. “If I made cakes like we do back home, they’d think I was trying to kill them.”
The Patron Saint of Courgette Cake — A KAFO Story
Tag: Memories
Non, je ne regrette rien — A Kafo Story
Guilty as charged. The look on my face in those moments must have been as blank as a fresh Toulouse-Lautrec canvas.
The Man Who Preferred Tea — A KAFO Story
I even bought an SCA Coffee Taster's Flavour Wheel poster, privately thanking my lucky stars that I'd never tasted anything falling into the category labelled simply “Other”.
The Springs of 2011
It was amateurish, unpretentious and completely unlike everything around it.
Dropping in — Riding the Second Wave
"Are you Harry?”
Catching the Swell — The First Wave
... and finally, a frantic, breathless splut-gurgle-gasp before it fell silent.
Port, Starboard and Visible Kindness
Would you like some woollen mittens? Any colour you’d like.
The Theatrical Bar: Act I — Curtain Up
Walking into it felt like entering a small, bustling theatre where everyone except me already knew their lines.
The Theatrical Bar: Act III — The Menu in Her hands
“This last thing is not a meal… it’s a container for food if you want to take it away.”
The Smaller World
Plan B: to abandon the audio entirely and act out the dialogue on international business etiquette myself.
Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep 