back to shed (and school and work)

plus the story of how I became a hypnotherapist... yes really!

I’ve spent the last days of summer clearing out the garden shed behind our London house. It was built from one of those mail-order flat pack kits, posted from Germany, the summer after Frank was born. For many years after that I used it as an office. In those years the shed was my haven, my lady cave, the place where I retreated to work and read and thi…