Did I wait four and a half hours at the Opera House to meet them? Yes.
Did I lie to my Uber driver about why I was going to Circular Quay so early in the morning? Also yes.
It all started when I saw the photos of Meghan and Harry as they arrived in Australia on Monday morning. The bogan inside me became overwhelmingly excited that very royal, very famous and very beautiful people would be staying at and/or visiting places just minutes from where I live.
‘My grandmother would want me to do this,’ I told myself, desperately trying to forget her problematic political views. ‘She loved the royal family.’