BRUNO MARS SANG TO ME

So we were ready to go to my old home town to see Bruno Mars. Our lovely Geordie friend picked us up in the car. A beautiful large mini, if that makes sense? We dropped Olga off in town to have a look at the museums and so on.

We parked the car and for a full day, it cost £7.50 but from tomorrow, it will go up to £10.

We climbed the seven hundred and eighty one steps to the station.

OK, thirty one.  Haha..

Caught our train and laughed all the way there. Our Geordie friend is so lovely and we laugh and put the world right too. We have Sons of similar age.

Got off the train and went streight into a pub and had a hot sandwich and drink. Then took a taxi to the Arena. I was buzzing with excitement. Oh Bruno was in the building as was I. If only he knew I was there, I’m sure he would have insisted that his security guards would escort me to Bruno’s suite?

You don’t think so?

Oh! With the help of our friend found our seats and the support group were great, though can’t remember what they were called, Mayer something. Amazing.

Then there was a break. Oh Gosh, come on, we had a train to catch. It was the last train of the night at 11.09

It was almost quarter past nine.

Then the screaming began. My heart began to beat faster; I could feel it through my skin. Bruno came on and sang played his guitars and got the crowds going wild.

Even Hub loved him. He said it was one of the best concerts he has ever been to. He was shocked as he really didn’t care much for him. My friend, who had no clue of what he sang before the concert, also said he was amazing.

She said his dance moves were stunning

Then the musicians were fantastic OH my God, the talent in the arena ways stunning. Mind blowing. I loved it and our Geordie friend told us what Bruno was wearing and his moves, which was really kind of her. She was great. I love her she is a really fun person. Today, my stomach hurts with her humour, ears buzzing with the beat and heart warm with wonder.

  We got home after the coldest night on earth our house was warm and the smell of Olga’s delicious cooking was welcoming.

It was well after one in the morning, all were in bed. But a cup of hot tea and Olga’s pie was had by Hub and myself..

Bed and an early morning of exciting visitors from the village I used to live some years ago.

Xxxx