I think I shall call him Dr B. He’s Italian, or half-Italian. Had an air of gentleness. Softly spoken. I was nervous, but he was easy to talk to.

We had a conversation about my current treatment, and my difficulties and frustrations, and the importance of language.

He offered me two sessions a week – Mondays and Thursdays at nine – for £20 a session.

I’m not sure whether I’m doing the  right thing. But I was smiling as I walked back to the bus stop.

We shall see.

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