I was driving to Sainsbury's this morning and a gang of them crossed the road in front of me. I turned into the female equivalent of Benny Hill. 'Phwoar!' It's very strange how what I would normally consider an unattractive man becomes sexy as soon as he's in a kilt.
Then I was so stressed after the game (Wales won) that I had to bake some of Nigella's white chocolate, cranberry and pecan cookies to calm myself down.
It did seem a bit unfair as Scotland played so well and Wales were so rubbish until the last ten minutes when there must have been pacemakers crashing all over Wales.
But I have to say that France looked to be in an altogether different league. The only good thing is that they have a tendency to be erratic: they can play five out of six games brilliantly but go to pieces in one. We'll just have to hope they throw their wobbly in the Wales game.