Couchsurfing with the Diabetes Fairy

Well, here I am again. Dragged out of my comfy bed at some horrible hour to get on a train to Edinburgh for something called a yarn festival. Goody, I like a good gab. Ally had some fun getting on the train as the staff didn’t know she’d booked assistance and she had to go and find someone with a ramp to help her. I must say, it was nice to be looking out of a window while travelling instead of stifling in a padded envelope, Ally clearly understands how to treat a VIP like me right. I had a lot of questions about the journey, didn’t get many answers though because Ally seemed a bit sleepy and cross.

We had the same problem with assistance at Haymarket once we arrived, but it didn’t take long to sort out and we were soon in a taxi to the festival. Did  you know that yarn means some sort of thread stuff as well as stories? Oh, you did? Well then. There was a riot of colour and noise the Corn Market when we arrived and I’m sorry to say, nobody noticed me, Rolly got a lot of attention which is not fair, I’m far more important.

I got a bit bored listening to all the stuff about knitting and crochet, so I settled down and learned to crochet myself, you can see my wonderful efforts in the middle of the collage below. Well, I am a genius after all.

Ally was given a lovely shawl and a parp, parp horn for Rolly which pleased them both. Here he is modelling the goodies.

It was a long day, so we shared a taxi with some of Ally’s Ravelry friends and went off to find our hotel and sign in. After dinner and  a soak, we settled down to sleep until I was woken in the early hours to hear Ally being rather unwell in the bathroom, apparently it’s my fault – hey I only wanted to be sure she didn’t go too high in the night. How was I to know a hypo could do all that? Ally stayed up for hours testing and eating jelly babies and pressed poor Rolly into service as a yarn holder so she could wind some of the wool she bought.

We finally settled down again about 4am when Ally’s numbers came up from a low of 2.2 to 5.8 and had a good sleep... Finally! Frankly, I could do without all that excitement.

Day 2

After a decent breakfast and decent numbers - Ally seemed pleased with her waking BG of 6.4 - it was into a taxi and off back to the Corn exchange for day 2 of the festival. I made sure there was plenty of sugar available in case of more hypos.

But nothing happened except more present swapping and talking to another lot Ravelry folk. They all seem obsessed with thread and yarn and something called knitting and there was a lot of oohing and ahhing whenever one of them came back with a new purchase.

We stayed till 3pm and then got a taxi back to Haymarket where there was another hunt for assistance. Ally seemed very quiet on the way back and was muttering something about needing spoons. She didn’t ask the tea lady for any though. It was dark on the journey and I was very bored with nothing to do. We were delighted once we reached Inverness to find the assistant waiting this time - it’s a long way down off the train and there’s a huge chasm between the steps and the platform. Then it was into another taxi back to Ally’s home where she went off to bed almost immediately. She hasn’t stirred yet and I’m getting awfully fed up sitting around with nothing to do... I wonder, I’m going to find that hoard of green jelly babies for a chat... See you later. DFxx