Here I am! It's me, Marydoll You didn't think I would stay quiet for long, did you? 
What a lovely afternoon, spent with lovely ladies. I had a great time and I'm looking forward to the next one.
I was involved in an incident on the way home. My tights kept falling down and half way down Renfield St, I realised they were at my knees.
. I looked like my wee grandaughter, who always has a builder's b**.
However, there was no hiding place. Glasgow was "jumping", as they say. I dashed into a corner and surreptiously tried to pull them up, not realising that the dark corner was actually the smoked glass window of a restaurant and I was the entertainment.
I managed to get to Central Station, with my hand in my pocket, trying to hold them up.
Try doing that wearing a wrist splint, a carrying awalking stick and two bags. ?
Once inside the station, I realised I would just have enough time to sort myself in the loo, with minutes to spare before my train.
In I went, fumbled for coins, (Yes I'm one of those old ladies, who holds up the queue). I eventually located the necessary coins, when a voice shouted, "The turnstile is open, you don't need coins!".
I rushed in , raced to a cubicle and heard a lot of male laughter, directed at me.
I was in the gents! ?