After disturbing me around midday by taking more photos, Lynettea decided I needed de-stressing.
'What about a nice massage, Sasha! Come up on my lap. I'll sit on the lounge.'
I like a cuddlie, so up I sprang. First of all a thorough brush with the massage brush and then the baby brush. Still a lot of furs coming out. Is she going to knit a sweater with them?
'Just rest there, Sasha. Put your little head on my arm. That's it! Relax. Relax. Clear your mind of all your worries.'
She has been staring at me constantly, although by now she must know this is rude.
She remembers and blinks slowly at me. I blink back and then close my eyes gently.
'Relax, Sasha. Let your thoughts drift ... drift. Outwards. You have no worries.'
Strokes my forehead from my elegant nose to the area between my ears. Stroke, stroke. My eyes are shut.
'Are you asleep, Sasha? Just relax, relax.'
At last the session is over. She looks much more relaxed. I ease myself up. I suppose I will be expected to give relaxation therapy all the time now.