Yesterday was different.  Firstly our train was diverted via Winchburgh – cue several Fifers in an ominously quiet railway carriage as they contemplate the West Lothian badlands, conveniently forgetting that the locals think the same of Fife.  As ever, the woman beside me was  attempting to re-make her travel plans every five minutes and expressing the fondly held but totally false credo of  “These things always happen to me.”   Yip, you and the three hundred other folk on this train, doll.   Fortunately most folk were very stoic about it, having learned the hard way during the heavy snow.   I was cursing the fact that I had only brought one bag with me, with no room for a book, and I was rather cross when I was two thirds of the way through a Metro Sudoku to discover two nines in the same three by three.  Other than that we arrived only 1¼ hours late, hooray.

At 1 pm I presented myself at Edinburgh’s House of Mammon, aka Harvey Nicks, where I had booked a facial. I have to say that the girls at Elemis were great and whatever it cost to have that massage chair installed, it was worth it.  I booked another session on the spot.

Running out of the shop afterwards, in case I decided a Balenciaga handbag at £450 was a good idea, I made my way home and thence to Dunfermline with Paul to meet Diana and attend the opening of Another Land, an installation in Dunfermline Abbey which is well worth a visit.  It would be clumsy of me to attempt to describe it since others perform that task more ably than I, and I would also not wish to foment any pre-conceived notions.   But I will say that entry is via Abbott House and they have lovely scones.

Having fed the mind, it was time for the tummy, we had far too much curry in the Viceroy and then rolled home.  I like Fife.