Chapter 4: Another Trip to the ShrinkThe merry month of March had arrived and I knew I was supposed to have another visit to Dr Harding for her to establish what was wrong with me. I say wrong, as I did not even know why I was being forced to listen to her fire questions at me. Neither she nor my mum had ever said why I was to endure these dreary sessions.
“Don’t forget you have an appointment with Dr Harding on 15 March, Josh,” said my mum, circling the date on the calendar fixed to the wall in the kitchen.
How could I ever, and then the penny dropped. I remember studying Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar at school, and he was warned about the Ides of March, which fell on the fifteenth of March. Oh, gloom and doom! I felt a heaviness come over me at the thought of sitting on Dr Harding’s couc
