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transformations. (Hated having the close-up photograph. Kept blinking at the last minute, which annoyed Kaz no end.)
     
    * Rach’s hypnotherapy session. Soph’s mum to do the first session, as she is reading a book on self-hypnosis. Soph said she had a big pendant with a stone on the end that we could use to swing in front of Rach’s eyes. And Soph’s mum also had a posh chaise long in her front room that, as long as Soph’s ancient cat Tilly was turfed off it, would make a perfect therapist’s couch.
     
    * Rach is worried that she is allergic to cats, and will spend the time sneezing instead of looking at the swinging pendant. Rach to take two antihistamine tablets before the session. Bee to make sure that she sits more than arm and feet length away from Rach when she’s on the couch in case things get violent. (I make mental note to be extra nice to Rach over the next few days to try and get in her favour in this life, which hopefully she will remember if she is plunged into a past one.)
     
    * Congratulations to Bee, who has actually rung Paul Hardman. (I smiled at that one, as I had done a brilliant job – okay, so he didn’t actually answer the phone, but I managed to leave a squeaky message asking him to call me. I had tried to deepen my voice halfway through the message, which had sounded like I’d suddenly had a sex change so I had to hurriedly turn it into a cough. But I think I did pretty well. Now all I had to do was wait for him to return my call…God I hope he does, else the girls will have me driving round to his house and hammering on the front door, and I’m not sure I’m ready for a face-to-face confrontation yet)
     
    * Kaz’s voodoo doll has passed inspection. Soph was correct, it doesn’t resemble Kermit the Frog now, a bit more like Miss Piggy. But according to Kaz, who has now conveniently changed her story, James’s girlfriend looks piggish anyway and has very small close-set brown eyes, instead of big frog-like eyes. We were all a bit dubious but we let that one pass as the girls have worked so hard on the doll. She proudly produced the first pin and stuck it into the top of the doll’s leg to christen it. (I was just glad that pin went in her leg and not my arm again, so I clapped extra hard.)
     
    I clicked off the email and reached into my desk drawer and pulled out my tube of Beauty Flash Balm. I had persuaded the girls to let me join in the experiment and had promised not to get carried away by any potential toy boys.
    I squeezed an extra bit out and rubbed it onto my face. I could almost feel my skin tightening instantly. It was cheating as Kaz’s firm instructions had been to apply it twice daily, and I’d already put it on four times this morning. But all’s fair in love and war, I thought as I screwed the top back on.
    I wondered if Tash was thinking the same thing - she could have done with a bit of Beauty Flash Balm in her life over the last few years. Perhaps her life would have turned out differently. Perhaps the married teacher she had fallen in love with a few years ago would have actually left his wife for her if she had. Mind you, who’s to say his wife hadn’t been applying the stuff with a trowel herself. Maybe…
    ‘Bee,’ roared the model agency director, in my ear. I jumped out of my skin and dropped the precious tube of Flash Balm on the floor. ‘Could we have you back on this planet long enough to book a job for me.’
    I hurriedly got the huge heavy book of models out of my desk drawer and peeling a contacts sheet off the top of my in-tray, started to knuckle down to some work. But all I could think of was how on earth I was going to persuade Paul Hardman to go on a date with me. I sighed so hard that a sheaf of papers blew off my desk.
    Nick, one of the agency photographers who was looking through some images on the computer screen, glanced up.
    ‘What on earth’s the matter, Bee,’ he asked, bending down and helping me pick up my papers. ‘You