I'm too tired to write this properly. But anyway, I was in a good mood earlier. I've now booked my room for the extra night at conference (and am hoping it won't come up on any of the credit card lit as a room for 2 people...!), I've booked from train tickets for Glasgow, where I shall be visiting my long lost Wife in November. Early next month I'm off to Leeds, purely for work purposes (if we happen to go out on the Saturday night, then so be it!), and earlier I contacted a local drama group. So more about that one. Anyone who ever read my old, or old old diaries, will know how much I moaned about missing ice skating and the stage. Now my health's behaving itself(ish), I've decided to hink about going back to a drama group. I mailed two earlier, explaining my situation, and gave them a linky to the symptoms list. A very nice man from one of the groups emailed me back, saying that he totally understands, as his partner also has M.E. He said he admierd my courage and thinks that even though taking up a hobby or whatever isn't a cure, it does help with all the depressiveness that comes with M.E. He seemed to be really knowledgable about it, which was great. He's told me I can do as much or as little as I like, and even offered me help with transport. So hopefully I'll be able to start sometime soonish (or maybe in the new year once everything else has calmed down).

Of course, I'm now in a worse mood, for rambles which I shan't even bother to go into. This is far too rambly. Go visit Prettyboy's pretty diary. Now.

Think I should write another letter to someone...?