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.

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Post 7. A Night to Remember (cont. iii)

They were very respectful and apologetic, returning my handbag, which they had purloined.

They gave me the impression that Robbie had assured them I would be a willing participant in their plans. I was a virgin, for goodness sake! Methinks Robbie saw a quick escalation to Queen Bee if I disappeared. If events had gone to their logical conclusion it would make more sense for them to kill me than leave me to go to the police and testify in court.

They had in mind making me a kind of mascot, taking me under their collective wing, showing me their Sydney. They dropped me at Maroubra. I got out two doors from where I lived and lurked in the shadows till they had driven off. I had promised I would meet them on the Town Hall steps the following evening at 5 o’clock.

I didn’t go, and would you believe it, I felt guilty.

My mind is a complete blank as to what I talked about. I’m guessing it was literary. I knew several verses of “The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam” and bits of “The Merchant of Venice”. I was entranced by Don Marquis’ “Archy and Mehitabel” and “Archy’s Life of Mehitabel”, “The Thurber Carnival” and “Me and Other Animals”. I had always loved “Alice in Wonderland”, “Alice Through the Looking Glass” and “The Wind in the Willows” and had just read Homer’s “The Odyssey”. The words I wove must have been plucked from those sources.

I must have had a legitimate entry opportunity to their conversation – you can’t just talk over the top of a bunch of hoods – and then I can only imagine.

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.