The other night I was out dancing which was a real treat for me as thanks to my M.E. I'm not really able to induldge in this passion much anymore - anyway, this post is not about the fact that I went dancing, or the fact that I can't often. It is about the random stranger who made my night.
It was that time of the evening when you find yourself alone - all your friends have managed to disappear at the exact same time to get some air/go to the toilet/make a phone call; I'm sure you're familiar with it. Normally when this happens to me, I quickly find myself getting a little depressed, particularly when you add in the factor that I had had a little more than a little to drink. But this time, before I even had the chance to really realise I was on my own, a random woman came over to me, held out her hand and pulled me up to dance with her and her friends. It was only one dance but I (almost) enjoyed that more than any of the others simply because I felt accepted by these strangers.
And for the record - it was a brilliant night out and totally worth the pain of physical movement the next day on top of the hangover.