<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Pamper on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/pamper/</link><description>Recent content in Pamper on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/pamper/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Art of Touch</title><link>/stories/2017/05/06/the-art-of-touch/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/06/the-art-of-touch/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t know why, but I&amp;rsquo;m slightly nervous this time as I ring the familiar doorbell of Miss Campbell&amp;rsquo;s practice. Funny really, as I&amp;rsquo;ve been here so often it feels like a second home. It&amp;rsquo;s Miss Campbell of course.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her inviting eyes and gently prodding questions always make you tell everything that&amp;rsquo;s bothering you, making her a confidante, a pal. And what her casual talk doesn&amp;rsquo;t release, her hands do, either with a full massage or just a foot-reflexology. That has never failed to calm me down, soothing my swirling brain from whatever is haunting me at the time, stopping it tensioning my body.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>