All done!

157.5cm / 155cm (101.6%)

My weekend, in three bits. First of all the Conference itself. Then the food:

I had discussions with the person on the team running it about what I could and couldn't eat and she'd spoken to the hotel and she said they sounded very confident.

Except when it came to lunch on Saturday they didn't have a clue what I was talking about, but as an alternative to the buffet they eventually brought me out salad and fruit. Which is not what I call a meal. After more complaining from various people they managed ham and rice, which was mostly unhelpful, specially as they did something to the rice to make it taste horrid.

But I was more confident about dinner. Till I got there. I've been to these things before, so when they came out with the starter (tomato soup, yuk!) I told them I was special and asked if it was ok. They went away, came back and told me it was. I pointed out the croutons in it weren't, they asked me if I wanted them to take them out for me.

That should have been a clue really. The main course was chicken, so I expected them to bring me it without the sauce. Specially as I later found out that someone else had had it without the sauce. But when the waitress brought it round and I told her I was having something special they tried to bring me the veggie option instead, which had a pastry thing. Eventually I got smoked haddock, rice and some runner beans, which was edible.

Then for dessert they asked me if fruit salad was ok. I said yes, despite having had fruit at every meal, because there's not a lot else they can do. They asked me if I wanted something with it, I asked them what and they didn't know. Then they asked me what I had at home, I told them I had dairy free ice cream. What a stupid question.

The people running the conference, and the people on my table got angry over this, and on Sunday we went through the menu and told them what I could have as an alternative.

Then the highlights, which included me going round a roundabout in Watford twice, remembering I'd left my radio in the car on Friday night after I'd had a shower and got into bed to read. And getting scared on the M25, but that's pretty much par for the course.