I was clenched and exhausted – until I had a foot inspection. By Mary Killen
I had been working very hard for months. Although the project had been completed, my bodyset (as opposed to mindset) was still in clenched and hypervigilant mode. I was staying near Tisbury, Wiltshire, with two beady friends, one 75, one 80. They advised me that, if she could fit me in, I should definitely see their marvellous local reflexologist. ‘But I haven’t got anything in particular wrong with me.’ ‘Oh yes you have,’ they observed. ‘You haven’t relaxed yet – even though you’ve finished your work.’ Her treatment, they alleged, was keeping the two of them going. One of them is stuffed with drugs for his prostate condition; the other has chesty issues. Yet both have a spring in their step, thanks, they claimed, to their regular sessions. Many people recoil from the idea of somebody tampering with their feet. Typically, they say, ‘No, I am ticklish and I don’t...
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