It's in a dentist's surgery, which feels a bit incongruous and I always feel glad that I'm not phobic of dentists, or I wouldn't be able to see T! I also wonder about the effect of all the 'have a perfect smile' and cosmetic surgery leaflets on therapy clients who are already feeling rubbish about themselves.

The room itself has two bookcases (where some of T's husband's books sit smugly with his name on them, and their 'his' and 'hers' doctoral theses are irritatingly next to each other... yes, I have issues!). Some weird vases that slot together but never have flowers in. A spiky carpet- the bits get in my tights as I sit on the floor, but it's quite good for pulling the bits out. I asked T the other week if she'd get a new carpet when I'd made this one entirely threadbare. She said she hoped we would be done before then!

A couple of non-descript pictures on the walls, and a nice photo of some amphitheatre stairs. A filing cabinet which doesn't stand straight and drives me mad. Some weighing scales which make me anxious. A glass table and office chair. Two blank chairs for T and client. Some cushions that are good for pulling threads out of. A giant clock for T (not that she takes any notice of what it says!). There used to be a little clock for clients on the table between the two chairs, but I broke it and they never replaced it. White slatted blinds which fold and are good for fiddling with.

Things have changed since I brought up ongoing issues with T of being able to hear the client before me, which made me very very uncomfortable on her behalf. Weird 'soundproofing' textured carpet blobs along one wall, and they recently switched the position of the desk with the chairs, so they're further from the door. T thoughtfully texted me just before my session to warn me it was all different! In the new set up, the client's chair faces both windows (which are behind T) which I found quite distracting the one time I sat in the chair.

And music. Ugh. In the waiting room to contribute to soundproofing. But for the first couple of weeks it played what T claimed was 'lounge music' but was more like circus music and made me very agitated. Could even hear it inside the room. Last time I went they'd changed it to something more 'backgroundy' and you couldn't hear it in the room, but if that happens again, I'll switch it off and tell T I don't care who hears me (and frankly, I speak so quietly in therapy that half the time T can't hear me, let alone people outside)...