A satisfied client in a recent family case made my day when she said, ‘Miss Ania is great, she knows all the words!’
I wish that was true. I wish I knew all the words and how to use them, but some days, it feels like words desert me before I can use them, they drain from my brain in a manner not dissimilar from the way blood is described to drain from a face, leaving the owner of the face looking deathly colour. The word drain leaves me staring blankly at a sheet of unwritten words, struggling to string the few remaining ones together. Today might be one of these days. Then again, so far so good. So far so not too shabby. I think I’ll quit when I am ahead.
Ania Heasley 