It has been a tough week, a really, really rough week.
N has been away in Washington with work, I started with a cold but the worse, by far, the worse, was L being rushed to hospital on Monday night while I was out ( how guilty do I feel and how very grateful to have such wonderful parents, who took charge ) surgery was needed on an infected cyst on his neck.
He is home and on the mend, N flys in this afternoon.
So, now the dust is settling, I can tell you where I was on Monday night,how much fun I had, so much fun, some heart fluttering, I lie, lots of heart fluttering, dancing and yes, even some screaming ... plenty of screaming, that would be me and around 15,000 other women.
Not my filming but from my night with the God, that is Mr Michael Buble.