Treading Slush

I am back from the snowy wastes of Edinburgh. We still have snow lying on the ground at home. My poor crocuses were just starting to come out and now they are squished!

After a tortuous train journey on Sunday through white-out conditions, it would have been nice to be a delegate at the conference and sit around chatting, eating bonbons and not doing much work but alas, I was a facilitator earning my crust. Lots of running about like a headless chicken as a thousand myriad details had to checked then re-checked.

However, at least my hair was nice as I had just been for a cut and colour. I warned the hairdresser on pain of death not to cut very much off it. Repeat after me: I AM GROWING IT!!!!

I had not been there since the start of December as she had gone all Eddie Scissorhands on my not-so crowning glory then and almost ruined my trip to Prague. This time, she must have seen the wild light of Provera running rampant in my eyes and decided she had better heed my words!!

Wise woman. Mr P is still having flashbacks from the weeping and screeching last time. Hard to believe but I have no complaints this time. Hair = good.

The conference itself was hard work with gobby attendees who would not shut up when I gave them the evil eye but there was lots of fun and wine and good food at night with the other facilitators. The Italian restaurant in the Grassmarket and the Mexican restaurant in Cockburn St are probably still struggling to recover from the raids on their wine and tequila stocks, respectively!

The hotel itself was very, very nice. As per usual, I packed my cossie for a possible swim in the hotel pool and it never made its debut out of my suitcase. Oh, the shame. However, it is just as well really, as the last time my legs saw the light of day was a good while ago. I could plait my bikini line.

My only excuse is that it is wintertime and there has been a dearth of wandmonkey appointments so no medical need for upkeep! The rest is just laziness. Maybe next week, I will tackle it. I will be back in Edinburgh on Tuesday for Conference Part 2.

On ART matters, no sign of the Crimson Tide since the last of the Provera. No worries as it can take up to 10 days (I could recite this in my sleep as this is probably the No.1 newbie question on the TTC boards, not that I frequent them ever nowadays!). Once she arrives, I will commence downregging with Synarel on CD2. Fun, fun and more fun.

Finally, to round up, I have chosen the birch kitchen. Yes, I did take a long time to make my mind up and no, I have not made any other decisions yet. Yes, I am a Libran so stand by for more dithering on appliances, worktops, handles, etc.

Finally finally, can you send some IF love to Julianna and Akeeyu as they are both having FETs tomorrow on St Paddy's Day. I would say it was a good day for a frozen green cocktail but I am not Irish so I don't want to jinx anything. Much love and luck to you ladies.