So yesterday I had another little brush with fame by being on a news show called Chicago Tonight, and chatting about the Royal Wedding. Oh yes, friends. I'm a legend in my own lunchtime. Only for some reason it never goes as smoothly as it looks on, well, TV.
Some authors and bloggers get whisked here and there, star in photo shoots etc., or they get their hair and make-up done to make them look fabulous. You know who you are Susanna, Jen and Sian. Me? I seem to have to fit in my handful of media stints around the rest of my life. This time, at least the Ball & Chain was in town and the Queenager was old enough to leave in charge should he be absent.
But still, I had to fit in getting ready around -
- waiting for the shopping to be delievered (late because of torrential rain)
- before I could jump on the treadmill for half an hour (new fitness campaign)
- so that I could wash my hair and take more than the usual two minutes to dry it
I was also supposed to take the dog for a walk but as I mentioned, it was chucking it down and well, there was the hair to consider.
My hairdresser offered to give me a "blow-out" (as they say here) that afternoon, but not only did I forget to arrange it, but I really didn't have time. The segment producer wanted to chat "early afternoon", which was any time between noon and my 3pm cut-off time when I had to do the school run. Ah yes - this media mum does all of this by herself. So I needed to be by my desk, ready to e-mail stuff to the studio and not faffing around in a hair salon.
Mercifully, my hair dried more of the less the way I intended. (With my hair, every day could be a new hair-do when I blow dry it.) Mind you, the damp weather I encountered picking up the Little Guy put paid to all my hard work. Never mind.
So here's a link all 8 minutes of my little appearance.
(And if anyone can tell me how to capture this permanently, I'll be forever grateful. Once the link on the web site goes down, I lose this.)