I've been keeping a secret, a special bloggy secret with a special bloggy name: MIRL.
Yes. I had a Meeting In Real Life with the lovely Pea Soup in Sydney Airport last Friday night.
Who knew there were good things about being close to the flight path? Here's the main one: when an un-met friend emails you on the off-chance that you live close enough to the airport to meet her during a one-hour stopover on her way to her aunt's funeral.
And I do. And we did.
And what with Sydney traffic being a nightmare and me being late, and what with them cunningly hiding anything that might look like an open bar, it ended up being less than an hour before the boarding call, even with Suse boldly ignoring the first call...
We got the very last two mini bottles of these available in the airport. But the man had put all the glasses in the dishwasher. So...
And we swapped real names for our pseudonym children and husbands. And we talked of this and that, and books and knitting, and then there was no more time for defiance of boarding calls and we promised there would be a next time, and for longer.
And I decided to sit for a bit. Because it's quiet at the airport after the bar has closed. And we had an extra child at our house. And the lights out the window were very pretty.
And there was still a bit more wine left in the cup. Couldn't waste it, now could I?
And why did I keep it a secret until now?
Well, because Suse was travelling for sombre reasons and it didn't seem appropriate to take that situation and turn it into
GLOATING GLOATING GLOATING BECAUSE I GOT TO MEET A BLOGGER IN REAL LIFE AND IT WAS GREAT!
But now she's back, and we're Out. And now you know everything.