Had a really positive session with my counsellor today and last week will be our final session of this tranche. As before I have the strangest feeling of thinking how much i'm going to miss seeing her; it's an odd situation really as it is of course a professional arrangement under which we meet and yet it is almost impossible not think of her as a friend.
I took this on the way home from the centre - it is the door to the strange bookshop opposite Patmos which is never open. The window dispay looks so faded and old, I wonder if it has been touched in years, in fact I wonder if this shop has been touched in years. What is the story behind the door? Will I ever find out.