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Therapy overload

So… yesterday lunchtime was lunch with the potential spiritual director. Only it turns out she is moving to Scotland so I suspect this is not going to work… Last night was the beginning of an assessment with the Cognitive Behaviour Therapist (hard work but I am encouraged). Today lunchtime (instead of lunch) was a second meeting with the body therapist whom I will not be seeing again because she’s not really seeing clients any more. But it was worth seeing her because she had some really helpful things to say. After that I took myself out to lunch as I felt I deserved it.

Looks like I will be starting therapy soon with the CBT lady. We share the (mixed) experience of having a Jewish mother. Only in her case I suspect she has a Jewish father too. I think she is going to be good.

Have now finished reading the book for which I’m providing a cover quote, and am very impressed. Not to mention that I found some comments in it by one of our very own Wibloggers. It has also given me an ace idea for promoting my own depression book, and maybe helping some more people too. I have so many brilliant ideas at the moment that I will have to be very strict with myself about not taking on too much at once. Including an idea for another blog, but as I struggle to keep up with this one, I think I’ll be giving that a miss.

More good times

This surely can’t go on, but I have been having some more good times over the last few days. Yesterday it was down to King’s Cross again to meet an old friend and fellow-writer, in a restaurant which I had passed and noted on my way to the Dental Hospital and the Sleep Clinic (what an exciting life I lead), and which I thought would be vegetarian and/or organic. It turned out to be neither, just ridiculously expensive, but we had a very nice meal and then repaired to Costa in St Pancras station for decaf coffee and more nattering.

On the bus on the way to King’s Cross, I had rung my mum and invited her to go to what sounded like a Nice Italian Film (a category she and I both like) this afternoon at our local art house. Then this morning The Lady Who Shares My First Name, from my singing group, rang and asked if I was free for lunch as she was (like a double glazing salesman) ‘in my area’. So I became an even Badder Mother and deserted Genius Brat from just before lunch to just before dinner. He doesn’t seem to have minded.

I walked 15 mins to the lunch place, had a good natter with The Lady With My Name, and then walked another 20 mins to the cinema, passing the gym on the way, which makes it an extra virtuous walk (doesn’t it?). My mum was late arriving at the cinema so I took the opportunity to be the first person to ring her on her new mobile, to which she has finally capitulated at the age of 94. Sadly, she had switched it off… Anyway, she arrived just in time, and the film (Mid-August Lunch) was delightful – I recommend it if you like Italy, gentle comedy and feisty old ladies, of which there are four in the film.

So all in all, another satisfying, if not productive, day. I am now going to be very righteous by doing ironing and sewing on buttons, while hubby defrosts the freezer. Oh, the joys of domestic life.


Some days end better than they start. Today started badly with being woken early by hubby’s radio and him not switching it off soon enough. Breakfast ruined by discovering both of my cartons of UHT lactose-free milk had gone off, before even being opened.

Then my attempt to write a sermon on Psalms hit the buffers as I was trying to read Walter Brueggemann without taking in a single word. So I went and lay down and slept for an hour or so.

After that things improved a lot as I walked to my new favourite café to have a lovely lunch with a lovely lunching lady. Walked home again, which fulfilled my exercise requirement for the day, and found I could miraculously understand Walter Brueggemann after all. Drafted an outline of the sermon so that I won’t have to start from scratch again tomorrow.

Dinner was a bit of a downer as I found one of the two packets of ravioli was totally mouldy even though the use by date was July 17th. I will be sending a stern email to Ocado about the sudden dive in quality. However, the evening was my singing group, which always puts me in a better mood. And coming home in the car I put my Prog Rock album in again, and nothing is so cheering as The Nice’s instrumental version of Bernstein’s America. Some days improve as they go along…