It seems that my postbag is going to be under scrutiny all week. I have received so many sweet messages of support from you all that I am overwhelmed.
Manic depression is not a barrel of laughs, but it is predictable, and for some reason it always kicks in during the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. The worst instance of this was on September 11th 2002, when I had a peculiar episode on stage during a BBC TV show that is best forgotton, and the next day - at the bar on Paddington Station - I collapsed, and Richard F, together with my mate Craig Glenday, editor of the Guinness Book of Records had to half carry me onto the train. When Richard got me back to Exeter, he and Graham put me to bed, and I didn't get up until the end of the year.
I'm nowhere near as bad as that this year, but I do feel pretty bloody awful, and will not be doing much today.
However the messages of support from Lindsay, David Marshall, Lizzy, Karen G, and others help me through an otherwise very difficult time.
On a different tack, I want to thank Karen G, who not only gave us a very generous donation yesterday but has offered to help with the indexing, and Andy Roberts who really does not seem to understand the Author/Publisher relationship! It is meant to be us giving you money, dude! Seriously, Andy has given us a very generous donation for which I am very grateful.
The kindness of everyone completely humbles me, and I want you all to know how grateful I am....
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