During her 50 years as a psychologist, Pam has studied and practiced hypnosis in order to help people with their problems. Her work and research into the fascinating area of self-hypnosis has resulted in an important technique for promoting personal change.

A Night to Remember (cont.)

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A Night to Remember (cont.)

They turned right off the Pacific Highway and I later guessed they went into bushland somewhere near Brooklyn. They parked the car in a clearing in the middle of the bush, and continued with their salacious discourse. I was in between two men on one side and one on the other side in the back seat, and there were three men in front.

It dawned on me that I was the oysters dear in the Walrus and the Carpenter. All this talk was to get them worked up for the juice morsel in the back seat.

At this stage I said I needed to go to the toilet and they let me out. I went behind a large tree, had a wee and thought of the changes of escape. In the middle of the bush, with the car lights trained on the tree, I didn’t like my chances. I found an empty beer bottle at the base of the tree, and clutching it, returned to the car. I got in and wedged the bottle behind me in the small of my back. Quite obviously i must have intended to go down fighting.

Then something remarkable happened. I began to talk, and as I talked they listened, and at some stage I realised they had their faces pointing towards me with expressions of wonderment, like children. Eventually, they started the car and drove back to Sydney.

About the Author:

I will soon be 81 years old and tickled pink to be still upright. I have a good life. I still see clients, mainly in their own homes. I attend a lot of congresses, conferences and training sessions (never too old to learn). My apartment sits across from the north end of Maroubra Beach with 270 deg. views. There is always something intriguing to gaze at – the whales and dolphins twice a year, the stand-up paddle boarders, the surfers, the walkers, the beautiful surf in all its moods. Every morning two lorikeets come for their wholemeal bread. I often sit on the balcony and cook lunch on my portable grill, sitting amongst pots of lettuce, spinach, eggplant, tomatoes, chillies, and herbs: French tarragon, bayleaf, basil, rosemary, oregano, marjoram, thyme, mint and parsley. Throw a handful of herbs on every meal. My wonderful son has an equally lovely wife and three sons, 18, 16 and 14. They are the joy of my life as are my many good friends (some dating back to primary school) and colleagues. I was divorced, and later had two very dear partners, now deceased. One of them was Bill Peach; many of you may remember him. I was with him for 15 years until he died in 2013. He infected me with the travel bug, with many overseas and domestic Journeys taking place each year. The other long-term relationship left me with a taste for champagne, good wine, gourmet food and the Opera. Most of my life I have played tennis and golf, surfed (even in winter) and skied overseas and locally. Slowing down a bit now, love to see a film and do cryptic crosswords and sudoko. Passionate about bridge. I feel I have been very fortunate and would like to continue in that vein. Fingers crossed.