#ChillingOut, #LoveCrisis
The Americans named flights that travel through the night, red-eyes. It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to work out why. My red eyes had minor relief in the form of a clean-up and a squirt of trusty Visine before I changed and went on site for the Pan Pacific Open in Tokyo. The fierce heat of Melbourne was behind me. Tokyo had snow on the ground. Time to get out my cashmere coat and fur hat. A new city, temperature and crew were upon me.
I did a double take when I found Jane sitting at the WTA desk in the press room. She looked up and smiled. I had no capacity to hide my dumbstruck expression, which made her laugh.
‘I’m your comms colleague this week, Katie. I thought some one-on-one training might be in order.’
I sat down next to her and unpacked my laptop, prin
