Nashville

Nashville is such an incredible city. The vibe is amazing, the city is lush and green, creativity just permeates the air, peeps are friendly and everyone seems to know everyone. Plus we've apparently come the one week of nice weather a year, so we've been blessed with perfect temperatures, much sunshine and a passing storm as we were driving back last night.

I got an insight in the music industry here in Nashville last night, as we attended a recording session for the Country Music Channel complete with free cocktails and canapes. We then hot-footed it over to the Bluebird for a gig by Gary Burr, who has been inducted into the Nashville Hall of Fame.

The Boy's offices here in Nashville are incredible. Based in Music Row, there are dozens of famous publishing houses and record labels all located in converted houses. It's so strange and cool to see his colleagues working out of bedrooms and to use a bathroom as office loo.

Apparently, they regularly have writers come in to compose songs and write music in the offices. A commonplace occurrence in Nashville and all seem to have access to a liquor cabinet (though theirs is under lock and key because some of the writers can't drink).

Today I got whizzed off to lunch with a fascinating lady who has transitioned from the music industry to the not-for-profit sector, fundraising for a local organisation that supports families to stay together. The Head Honcho of the Nashville office seemed to know everyone and was meeting and greeting folk at the restaurant we were in left, right and centre. 'Splitting time between Barbados, Nashville and London', 'Elle McPherson', 'Madonna' are all words that came up in conversation today - and not in a far off star-gazing way, but in a 'her best friend's dad married...' and 'managed Madonna's...' kind of way.

I wasn't going to write about miscarrying, as I haven't cried in 24 hours, but I just received a call from my OB-GYN's office about the operation on Monday. The operation is scheduled for 10.30am in the morning so there isn't time to get to the office for one last ultrasound. Our flight lands at 2pm on Sunday and I have an appointment at 4.45pm for a final ultrasound otherwise I'm going to have to go ahead with the surgery the next morning or push it back a couple of days. That would be an ultimatum in the truest sense of the word. Hopefully there will be no delays. I must be due some good luck.