It is not a good time - especially in the UK - to have the illness known as ME/CFS, we are surrounded by grotesque characters, it feels like being in a corrupt fairytale, where the baddies are winning, and the ill people are losing. It is demoralising to say the least. Still, I try to focus on the small, good details in my life, I always have done, even during my worst times of illness. My nephews were at my mother's this weekend, it was sunny and warm, wonderful. In the evenings, we read TinTin together, I was Professor Calculus. I have never read TinTin before. And last night, the moon was beautiful.