I have a friend who is known for her extroverted personality. She’s the kind of person you marvel at as she enthrals a table of 30 people with her latest story, complete with theatrical embellishment. Standing at a petite 5ft, 5in, she’s not afraid to climb onto a nearby chair for greater effect. She has run her own business, worked in Paris, London and New York and never misses an opportunity to grab a stray microphone and regale a room full of strangers with a song (despite lacking any discernible musical talent!).
So, when on a recent interstate flight together she went missing for 20 minutes I assumed she was off making friends. The truth is she was in the toilet cubicle hyperventilating as she ran cold water over her…
