He took off his seatbelt and was killed when his car hit a tree.  Did he take it off because he was uncomfortable at the beginning of a heart attack or did he commit suicide?

It took me an hour and a half to go through all the adoption papers.  The prospective father told me that he has spent £50,000 on the process so far.  That’s a lot of paper.

I’ve done the easy bit – getting all the information together and putting the presentation into shape.  Now comes the difficult bit.

I’ve set myself a whopper.  I really don’t know if I can pull it off – but I’ll give it a damn good try.

I keep trying to learn Richard Bandler’s hypnotherapy technique by watching his DVDs.  I never get through them: I go off into a world of my own. 

I asked for advice.  He gave me a reading list.

I am toasted on the up-side.  Nothing on my back.  I get very little exposure to sunshine so this brief holiday was great.   I am not really interested in having a suntan as such but it has been fun, swinging in the hammock.  That’s what I call relaxing.   Heaven forbid that we should ever go anywhere for a holiday other than to our own cottage. 

She has a most entertaining capacity to work out what you want to say or do – and then say or do the opposite.  I explained this to her father and suggested to him that he might like to employ a bit of strategy.  That should be fun.

This is serious.  We now have an excellent chef in London in addition to the fine team in Kent.  I can see all that beautifully prepared food going to waist. 

She is applying for jobs.  On the basis of her approach in a psychodrama session today, I wouldn’t give her one.  She has no idea how to sell herself.  I fear that this is because she hasn’t got much to sell.