the hot tub here is odd. It had been deserted, mainly because a faceless mr Becker liked to crank it so high that one the asbestos toed could get in and partly because the place has been largely empty. But vyesterday some new people arrived, and their leader is a circuit motivational speaker who says things like "when you generate conflict you get neutrality and inaction" in the hottub
His wife was accused of "reframing" and the story he told about a bid to cure boys in a Manchester school of their accents ended with the parents "beating their kids and telling them that an accent wasn't a problem, can you believe that, eh?" (he's Canadian)
His wife meanwhile was "trying to avoid the wife archetype and find my bliss in the freedom that he's given me even though a part of me is screaming there is no freedom when you move us somehere so small there's literally nothing that I can do"
The woman next to her - a recently diagnosed ex workoholic "the addiction of choice for woman with low self eesteem" seemed to think that. Bliss could be found in writing self help books that covered the same topics as those already published by qualified professions. "some people won't hear the message until it's in your voice" she said and for the first time I nodded.
It's all about frequency.
Mr Becker turned out to be a Floridian who'd worked in the Ford whitehouse