While we were in Sydney some very brave bloggers elected to meet with me. There are lots of rumours going around that all bloggers are either hairy men or axe-wielding nutters. I can vouch for Blue Mountains Mary and Aunty Evil though.
We met with Mary and her son for Yum Cha lunch in Chinatown. We would never have even found this place without Mary’s local knowledge. Afterwards we went to the Powerhouse Museum. Mary’s son took a shine to my son and led him around the highlights of the museum while Mary and I marvelled at the Princess Diana exhibit. Mary generously gave my daughter a bag of scarves to take to France.
Aunty Evil was extrodinarily generous and picked us up from the hospital and drove us to a shopping centre. I live in a place where everything is fifteen minutes away. Aunty Evil drove for one hour to get us and one hour home again. That is an outstanding effort! We ate lunch and laughed together.
The funny thing about meeting with blogger is that, without realising it, you attribite a voice to them. When you actually hear them speak it is a little bit freaky. It takes a moment to attach that voice to the personality that you know. On both days I felt like I was just picking up with a conversation that had already begun. It certainly didn’t feel like a first meeting. I knew things about them and they knew things about me which were meant that a lot of that getting to know you stuff was done. We were able to fill in some gaps about each other and create a context for each other.
I am amazed how far they went out of their way for us. I am humbled by their generosity and their kindness.
My Pete said to me afterwards, “You know, it seems that bloggers are really just normal people.”
That is a noble attainment – congratulations, you are normal.