Yesterday was different.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 As ever, the woman beside me was\u00a0 attempting to re-make her travel plans every five minutes and expressing the fondly held but totally false credo of\u00a0 “These things always happen to me.”\u00a0\u00a0 Yip, you and the three hundred other folk on this train, doll.\u00a0\u00a0 Fortunately most folk were very stoic about it, having learned the hard way during the heavy snow.\u00a0\u00a0 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.\u00a0 Other than that we arrived only 1\u00bc hours late, hooray.<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0 I booked another session on the spot.<\/p>\n
Running out of the shop afterwards, in case I decided a Balenciaga handbag at \u00a3450 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<\/a>, an installation in Dunfermline Abbey which is well worth a visit.\u00a0 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.\u00a0\u00a0 But I will say that entry is via Abbott House and they have lovely scones.<\/p>\n