Needless to say a 10 out of 10 bedside visitor, (and I could write the reality TV show, "America's Next Top Bedside Visitor" and believe me, Tyra Banks' scathing comments on skinny models doesn't come close to me on sickbed ghouls, otherwise known as those who haunt the sick without decent gossip).
I will say though that I was someone put out to hear her say she would be arriving by tube, on the spurious excuse that her husband has done his ankle in, and needed the car more than she did. "But Francesca," I said, between gritted teeth, "If I'm actually having book royalty to visit, I would like the royalty to come by limo at the very least, not (teeth really gritting hard here) pitch up at Hendon Central tube station." Oh well, perhaps, it's some funny English aristocratic thing...although she's American, you know.
Anyhow, I was mollified later on when she did a very fine rendition of the Nappy Song, and also a two-minute riff about how next time she'd turn up complete with feng shui adviser, reams of publicists and hair and make-up people. Good, then.