As I have said before, I don't like to discuss this devil in a shiny suit/illness too much for fear of boring velo-gubbed readers (and myself), I prefer to refer to it through fiction, and the extracts of my book have been getting great feedback, thank you, all, for liking my words (I am unashamedly blowing my own trumpet!). But sometimes the illness has to be mentioned, and as this devil has resurrected himself quite spectacularly these last few days, it is actually quite hard not to mention him. Also, I just got a lovely email from Sofamum, a woman with ME who has a baby girl, and I would like to give her a mention. As I have also said before (see it gets boring), I have never felt well enough to contemplate motherhood, but there are, of course, women with ME who do risk it. My last bf wanted to have a child, but I didn't want to have a child with him, and this was not just because of my health, it was because were not nearly strong enough as a couple to even dream about parenthood; the only man I might have perhaps whispered the idea to if we could have afforded lots of help (and he could), appeared at first to be a knight-in-shining armour all those years ago (I was thirty), but later revealed himself to more of a heavy drinker-in-shining armour - what more can I say?