Monday, April 2nd .....

On both occasions that we’ve been parked here at Deloraine, there’s been a group in the Rotary Pavilion. It’s been the same group both times: maybe 8 or 10 people altogether, arriving about 9.30 each morning and leaving about 6.30. We’ve been told it’s a training session for some therapy, like Reflexology or something. It’s apparently pretty intensive because each booking has been for six days. My heart sinks when I think of how boring twelve days of training would be.

I know a couple of people in the group and, if it is an alternative therapy, they’re just the people I would expect to be involved. The leader of the group came out to talk to me one day. Someone had told him that I was involved with a school for autism and he wanted to tell me that he had the answer. He gave me a complicated lecture on trace metals in the system and said that people with autism couldn’t absorb zinc and often had an excess of molybdenum which is a zinc-inhibitor. He says that if you hold a bottle of zinc near a particular area of the back and it goes weak that shows a zinc deficiency.

I had lots of questions: what goes weak? How does the zinc communicate with the back if they don’t touch? What colour are the aliens who devised this theory? And so on .... However, I kept my mouth shut and just smiled politely. The fellow claimed he was an expert on trauma and could use his techniques to help. He also said he travels the world teaching his techniques – USA next week, then Russia and Britain. But this week, Deloraine!

Marilyn and I were enjoying the sun yesterday when he popped his head around the caravan. You would be welcome, he said, to come and throw frisbees with us at lunchtime. How kind, we said, but declined.

All part of life’s rich tapestry, I suppose.

Recently, I mentioned my strong belief in synchronicity. One day last week, Marilyn was home alone and at a loose end so decided she would pop down to the Windermere Cafe to see the staff who work there and maybe have a glass of bubbles with them. While she was there, a woman we had met at one of the TGIF nights appeared, caught sight of Marilyn and promptly offered her a job. The woman is running a series of Early Childhood seminars and thought that Marilyn would be just the person to handle the registrations. A case of being in the right place at the right time ... or a case of synchronicity!