I wasn't going to do it. I really wasn't. Especially as I had spent the last week on tender hooks (gosh that looks such an odd saying when one actually types it!) due to 2 competitions, yes 2, to be in an audience of just 30 people with Chris Martin. An acoustic set with just him. Oh my. Now I don't need to explain that next to him sitting on my sofa and playing, an intimate 30 people acoustic set would be the next best thing. Lucy, Matthew and I entered but I went one better, so I thought, and added extra clout..I prayed. One of the radio stations involved would ring you whilst on air and you had to answer a Coldplay question. I was terrified I maybe chosen and then get the question wrong. Heavens above, I still go into a cold sweat when I think of that scenario. Also I was worried that they may ring whilst I was in class and the children would be scared by my screaming because scream I would! Anyway, as you guessed it, the children were fine as screaming wasn't called for...my phone stayed quiet. Too quiet.
So the next best thing was to watch a live feed of Chris's performance on Friday lunch time. I wasn't going to as I thought it would upset me as I wasn't there..(me a poor loser. Never!)..but come the actual time I couldn't resist, relented and logged on.
And waited and waited. I got more and more excited. There were only a certain number of feeds available to watch it and I managed to get one thus sending my excitement levels into orbit. And still I waited. The crochet came out. Then we were told Chris was running late. Then Chris's car had just pulled up. Chris was in the building. Chris was now next door. An whole hour later, his sweet face filled my screen.
Notice Alfie by the fire? Poor Alfie had been sleeping quite peacefully next to me all that time; was rudely awakened by my squealing and was sulking on the rug.
And there I sat, overcome for 4 minutes and then the screen suddenly went blank and a notice came up saying that was all for today. I was speechless. An hours wait and then they cut the feed. They didn't say they were going to do that.
So, what is a girl to do when she had got herself ready for some Chris-love only for it to be cruelly snatched from her? Yup, she watches some video footage and puckers up for a big smackerooney.
See, he's blowing one back to me!
(Ha, I would love to say that I waited for that part in the video but alas it is all a fluke. An rather sad fluke at that!)
P.S Doh! I've been blonde..it should have been 'tenterhooks' not tender hooks. Thank you Cath for pointing it out. It's not the first time I've got sayings wrong, much to my family's mirth, and it probably won't be the last!