On Wednesday I flew to Syndey, where Nicola met me at the airport. I’d told her on Monday that I’ve aways wanted to be greeted on arrival at an airport by someone holding up a sign with my name on it, and she obliged.
Yes, I have humble ambitions. But I do seem to be on a roll: first I get to sign a boob then my wish to be met by someone holding a sign is fulfilled! What next?
Sydney was as beautiful as ever. This was my view from the hotel:
After I’d had two naps, nipped out for a bit of shopping and glammed up, Nicola picked me up and we headed for Pendolino restaurant for an even more delicious dinner. (The warm hazelnut chocolate pudding is to die for, btw.)
This time I was in the company of Nicola the Super Publicist, Hannah from Borders, Amy from Orbit, Mark from Galaxy Bookshop and Bernadette from Orbit. I was very, very tired that night, but forgot how tired I was once I got chatting to these interesting, enthusiastic people. A very enjoyable night.
I would totally meet you at the airport with a huge sign if it meant you were flying into the US (San Francisco in particular). I’d even let you sign my boob! Any other wishes that could be fulfilled?
ROFL Jaime! Let me think…