As a child, I had fantastic imaginary friends. By fantastic, I mean out of the ordinary – there were wise green girls from Mars, strong, black-eyed Amazons – and a single Dove woman, with gentle eyes and wings woven from branches.

I was often called imaginative, but it wasn’t meant as a compliment. It was meant in a “reality-is-calling, get your head out of the clouds”, kind of way. It was meant to discourage me from believing in the impractical or impossible.

There is something special about seeing my clients after we've finished the massage and they have a look like they have just woken up... "You have angels on your walls, and in your hands..." is a comment from a client who'd been told that nothing was wrong... that the client was a hypochondriac... this client is no longer held back from their health, or treated differently by their friends and family.