135 DAYS (3244 HOURS)
SATURDAY AFTERNOON
As the train leaves Haymarket, I become increasingly apprehensive with there now being only five minutes travelling time to Waverley, Edinburgh’s main station. So far, Alesha has done a marvellous job of keeping the conversation going so I’ll be too preoccupied to think of what’s ahead. During the journey, we’ve made plans for a night out for the four of us – Alesha, her boyfriend, Calum, Michael and me. We’re going out for a meal and then a movie at Springfield Quay. Much as I love Indian food, I’ve vetoed curry because I’m suffering enough heartburn with my pregnancy without adding spicy food to the equation.
I’m up, standing at the doors even before the train comes to a halt, but I need to wait impatiently for them to open. Much as I’m eager t
