While he was staying with me over Easter, my eldest son helped out with the paper round. As we occasionally service Sir James Dyson’s place at Doddington House and my son likes science and engineering, he decided to insert a letter into Sir James’ Sunday paper asking if he could have an autograph. Cheeky but direct (he’ll make a good sales director when he grows up).
Imagine our surprise yesterday when the postman delivered a copy of James Dyson’s autobiography, with a personal message from Sir James to my son inside the front cover.
What a nice man.