Huh? the cheek of it!
She did however recommend a hypnotherapist and I have just got back from the session.
It started quite well as he asked me to lie down on the couch, held my wrist and then said, 'My colleague told me that you are suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder Mrs Hilton.'
'Oh no no, its Lawrence!' I politely interjected.
'Okay Mrs Lawrence!'
'No please, I mean, just call me Lawrence!' I was becoming a little irritated with him still holding my wrist.
'Right Lawrence,' he went on, 'Now just relax!'
'I am relaxed, please don't tell me to relax!' I snapped but quickly apologized, 'Sorry Doctor, its the weather.'
'No problem,' he replied and then started to swing a watch in front of my face.
'Please stop doing that Doctor, its really annoying!'
'Okay Lawrence, I will put the watch down. 'Right just close your eyes and and I want you to count backwards from 10.'
'Okay I will, but I want you to turn your office's heating up!' I came back at him.
He stood up. I could see he was getting a little impatient and he then commanded, 'Lawrence! YOU-ARE-FEELING-SLEEPY!'
Enough was enough so I stood up.
'I-AM-NOT, you silly quack!!' I shouted back at him, 'I-AM-FEELING-COLD!'
I again quickly apologized and he asked if I minded if he could lie on the couch for the rest of the session. We chatted about his family, and how difficult his job was, until finally I looked at my watch and said, 'Sorry Doctor, but times up!'
I walked out feeling a lot better until I felt the cold, bitter bitter wind and saw the dark, dark grey clouds rushing to cover what little sun there was .....