Therapy

By David Pearce

Visits to my delicious Irish new-age therapist are part of my mid-life crisis treatment. The emphasis is on the word "treat". What a treasure she is. She is determined to do her best for her patients and adopt every method from crystals to acupuncture and beyond to assist in their recovery. I am willing to go along with any suggestion no matter how outlandish. I have experienced pebbles down my spine, Both feet have been manipulated and my head subject to all manner of toing and froing but when it came to hypnotism I knew she was wasting her time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Pearce
• Release date: Oct 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463972922

David Pearce

Long past my sell-by date but doing all I can to keep fit with daily exercise and a healthy breakfast I spend most of my time writing and listening to the radio with occasional excursions in the local countryside on my electric-assist bike. I live alone in southern France close to the river Rhone and possibly on borrowed time as there is a large nuclear plant close by.

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Oily Beaker had endearing qualities, the first of which was his concern for my condition which I shall describe as it was in effect the catalyst for what follows. I was at that time at a low ebb. What my doctor had diagnosed as chronic fatigue (lazy bastard syndrome according to Oily’s wife) had left me weak and depressed. I had reluctantly accepted early retirement and had yet to discover any particular reason for continuing to get up in the morning or going to bed at night but my doctor had impressed upon me the importance of remaining active both mentally and physically and Oily had taken up the challenge. His principal strategy was to track down congenial eateries. The physical element was in driving to those that he had located, the mental was, as far as I could see, evolving ways to avoid paying for the meal.

On this particular occasion I was particularly exercised since Oily had invited a mutual friend whose inability to reach his wallet when the occasion warranted it was notorious.

Such is my preoccupation with the question of how to