Three hours of consultation resulted in a hurting diaphrams, sore cheeks, hoarse throats and conversations with an 'open book' aka the new character in my life. It all started with an extract from Roald Dahl's "The Landlady". I had misread the word 'thick' as 'dick' and this resulted in a short circuit of the hormone raging consultants. After which every word was an invitation for misinterpretation. The hours dragged with exchanges of puns, innuendos, malapropisms and vivid sensory imagery. I felt I was back being a JC student introduced to Gothic literature. Life has never been the same. I realised that once you 'get it' you can never stop. The intellectual word of diction opens a huge flood gate that takes hours to sieze its flow. I was proud of my consultants as they got better at the game and were able to think within and outside of the box. An achievement that one cannot atttain just by reading.
On the side note, my consultants had decided to invite my new character into my life and theirs (without my knowledge of course!) I was worried at first because he was a complete stranger who was dangling candy before them. But to my surprise, he engaged them in a polite and friendly conversation (how kind indeed). It made them feel confident and good (thank you!) The consultants actually enjoyed 'having him around'. I have never met someone despite his busy schedule who would take time to humour them. I suppose he was being himself rather than trying to impress or be polite like most people would. It is a pity that my consultants did not have a chance to meet that stranger of theirs.
Perhaps if fate permits so....
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