Holistic Therapist - the Journey Begins...

Today I start my reflexology course. Yesterday, I became a member of the Federation of Holistic Therapists. After much interwebbly consultation of their website, I phoned the Membership hotline and spoke to a very nice lady called Tina, who had a wild coughing fit halfway through her taking my details for the insurance which will cover me for my case studies.
'Are you all right?' I said.
'I think so,' she said. 'Must be the Autumn mist.'
I agreed. Autumn mist gets me like that sometimes, too.

So, I shall be expecting my 'Welcome Pack' in the next week or so. I wonder what it contains. Little sachets of tea and coffee, and a shower cap maybe?

I've been gathering together some of the bits and bobs I shall need for the course. I have been thinking I shall enquire about doing the ITEC diploma in Indian Head Massage at the same time. Sort of a 'head to toe' approach. Andy said, 'How about doing the aromatherapy, too.' I said, 'Do you want my head to explode?'

I've been dabbling in advertising. Business cards, headed notepaper, web-sites etc. I am ninety-nine percent certain I shall call my self-employed business 'Cloud Nine,' because it was a name that came to me so suddenly the other week that I couldn't possibly have thought of it myself. Andy and I have begun toying with the idea of turning my writing room into the living room and the living room into my therapy room, but it is a very embryonic idea at the moment especially as we are still smarting from the financial implications of having the decorators in.

I have a queue of case study volunteers as long as my orang-utan arms.

'Nearly King Jimbo' draft two is on the homeward run. I have permanent typing cramp in my right hand and permanent writer's cramp in my right foot where I tuck it between my left calf and the chair leg when I'm working. Andy is producing many delightful cartoon illustrations.

I finally felt brave enough to wear the push-you-together-and-hoik-you-up posh bra Heather got me for Christmas last year. It is a startling thing to find one's bosom so close to one's chin once more.

The sun is shining and at last the tomatoes are ripening. Although the green ones in the paper bag with the over-ripe banana are fairing slightly better. (I've always been dubious about the ripening powers of a banana giving off its gas, but I have tried it and it works!)

The sewing machine is coming out today. I have an urge to sew.

Andy has requested a birthday list from me. Although it is another six weeks until I hit 45 (which sounds very grown up), he wants me to make a list, and then forget everything I've put on it in order that he may initiate 'a surprise.' This happens every year. It never works!

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It just happens like that some days...