On the train back from Edinburgh, and this kind of travelling is so enjoyable - the sea out of the window, yellow gorse bushes on rolling green hills, just passed through a place called Berwick-on-Tweed which looks mysterious, ancient and deeply attractive, and room to stretch your legs...I love trains!!
Speech was fine, but 190 nurses in the room and not one of them had a question afterwards, which is the first time I have spoken and that has happened.
The conference opened with a big room full of drugs companies and their giveaways: they all give USB keys and mobile phone charger bits (I didn't take any on principal, but the mobile phone thingys looked incredibly useful), along with the pens and notebooks, and sticky notes etc which seem standard issue. So with all those tables and drugs company representatives manning the tables, really not at all sure why I couldn't have a table to sell my book....
There were a lot of very useful information leaflets there, none of which I'd ever seen as a patient, and one of the Breast Cancer Care staff said that was one of their dilemmas - how to get the leaflets into patients' hands. Ummm, put them in the waiting rooms? I said. We all spend enough time in hospital waiting rooms.
BCC subsidises this conference, only asking the nurses for £40 for the weekend. It costs them about £170 per person, one of the staff said. What really surprised me was how everybody at the conference was white and apparently English or Scottish - all these nurses. The numerous times I've spent in hospitals round London now, and I don't think I've ever been treated by Anglo-Saxons; it's always Africans, or Eastern Europeans or Indian staff. The BCC people said, when I mentioned it, yes, that it was surprising, looking round the room, and maybe it was because we were up North.