Don't take it Personally

Today has been an odd day, with me emailing every single homeopath I can think of to encourage them to vote 'No' in the Guardian online poll "Should homeopathy be banned on the NHS?" There are some amazingly vitriolic comments about homeopathy and an incredibly relentless series of 'Yes' votes posted right through the night (a colleague was monitoring it). Methinks there is a co-ordinated anti-homeopathy movement afoot.

Still I can't let that get me down.

Fundraising hoodie arrived today - hooray! it's lovely. I was waiting so I could send photos of it to encourage sales, little thinking of exactly how I would take those photos. So I now have a series of pictures of me in contorted poses in the mirror (if you look directly in the mirror it gives you a kind of menacing look - a good head crop sorted that out. And trying to photograph the back - well, I have photos of the wall, the door, half my back. Rubbish!) Luckily I was meeting three kindred spirits this afternoon so they soon sorted me out.

We did seem to talk a lot. Two people chat, three people talk and four people, well they really go for it. We would still be there but someone fortunately noticed the cafe owner silently weeping in the corner, having cleaned every inch of the place and packed everything away. outside I latched on to Lindsey - another one who seems to know the whole world - on the off chance that she would bump into one of her numerous friends and I could then Tell them.

A watched kettle never boils and it seems a stalked friend never meets pals so we wandered into the Oxfam bookshop where I Told the sales lady. She was interested and even took one of my leaflets on the (rather optimistic) offchance that Oxfam might be able to support me in some way. It was then time for Lindsey's pilates, so I followed her in and Told the instructor, who kindly put up one of my posters. Coming home I bumped into the wife of a succesful local business man and sowed the seeds of generosity and support in her mind (I hope).