I'm also over HERE today, mes bloggy chums! If you're interested in my Grizz-y adventures, that is.I was really only kidding the other day, when I wondered if I'd offended our American correspondents. I know I more than likely haven't but it made for an interesting post. Hope you don't mind...
Today I am soooooooooooo not here.
I am cramming for the first of my Psychotherapy assignments. Yes, cramming.
Work I should have done earlier, I know. I know...
When will I learn my lesson? When, I ask you?!
You might not know that I touch-type. I was taught to type years ago on manual typewriters by a mad and wonderful Joyce Grenfell-esque evening class tutor in Towcester, Northamptonshire...
And now, I'm going to have to learn how to touch-type the word 'Psychotherapy' correctly, because it's one of those words I can almost never get right.
For almost never... Read NEVER.
I am going to have to learn it, FGS, if I am training in Psychotherapy, and am interested in becoming a Psychotherapeutic Counsellor as a career.
Yes indeed!
Psychtrapy, psychotheropy, psuchotherapy, pshcyhtheridp...
And again with the elegant multi-fabric'ed chaise-longue, because I think it is so beautiful.
And, at the same time, the picture of the studio above is probably closer to how I intend to work.
If I am ever lucky enough to work.
If I pass this blinking assignment!
