Friday, May 26. Our last day in Edinburgh. We had an eventful time
getting out of the hotel; first, the night manager at the hotel (a
strange individual who managed to be simultaneously obsequious and
arrogant) gave Holly a hard time because she wrote in the comment book
"Where are the kitty cats?" (referring to the fact that we hadn't had
any animals to pet lately). He ranted at length, while we were eating
breakfast, about how he was going to get in trouble for this, and that
she could write whatever she wanted, but she couldn't write
that. Holly restrained herself from demonstrating some of the more
unpleasant nursing techniques she's learned and added a footnote to her
comment explaining that this was that strange phenomenon known as
Then, to add injury to insult, she slipped on the stairs bringing the
suitcases down. Luckily, she's fine - just a bruise.
I presented Nancy and my paper at the conference - I think it went
relatively well. Full room, lots of good questions. The conference was
good - I learned a lot, and got to meet some interesting folks.
Meanwhile, Holly picked up a rental car and the airport and brought it
back to the hotel. (Plus, another trip to the cemetery outside
Edinburgh Castle.) After the conference was over, we headed up to
Stirling to begin the vacation proper.