![]() ![]() Opening her eyes again, she looked out of the window. When she got herself back in the game and moved on from the doormat phase of her life. ![]() Along with trekking over the Andes and having a go at Segway. Hypnosis was definitely going on her bucket list. She needed professional help or Paul McKenna himself. She felt as far from relaxed as some thought Neil Armstrong had been from the moon. And she practically got the shakes over that.Įllen put both hands onto the back of the seat in front of her, closing her eyes and holding on. How had this happened? How had she gone from wringing the life out of the Inland Revenue, in a meeting that was still referred to in Taxation magazine, to counting backwards to keep calm? Had every shred of her former self disappeared the second she’d stopped being able to afford power shoes? She missed her Louboutins more than she missed fine wine. Turbulence buffeted the aircraft and she snapped her eyes open, trying to regain balance. ![]()
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