Hectic here.
Have emergency eye hospital appt as my eyes have all but given up after recent problems (but I don't care because I met Bruce ).
Tomorrow its late notice dentist for DT2 who almost lost his teeth a couple of weeks ago when he smashed him mouth off the couch in a dancing accident (but I am not worried because I met Bruce ).
My laundry mountain rescue mission is the biggest ever seen in the house of the Frumps (but I couldn't give a shit because I met Bruce ).
I have eczema on my scalp and face (looking good, but I don't care because I met Bruce .
I am packing for the holidays (unsuccessfully) and have to get to the chemist and some other shops, collecting DD1's friend for a play date in half an hour and he kitchen looks like modern art (but I don't care because I met Bruce )
In other words, I met Bruce in my hotel on Saturday, he signed my ticket, I literally stood touching shoulders with him and touched his gorgeous back through his soft, grey, cashmere jumper, I drank gin in the same room as him, his son held the lift for me, I saw the entire band and, and, and, and, and, I didn't feel all star struck and "F I don't know what to say", I just felt so fing lucky and happy and smiley and.......calm. Until later, when I got back to my room I could have wet myself until I floated Dublin like Venice
I am sooooo happy and I don't have this out my system. I need to talk this out. My god, I better go and find some hardcore fans because you girls would have to suffer me badly. I will try to control myself. AND I CAN'T
love from
Hardcore Frumpalot of Brucedom
p.s. went to Glasgow gig last night, got right into the front, I was about 8 people from the front (capacity 52,000). HAPPY WOMAN. Today I ache from top to toe And I don't care because I met Bruce