An area of sun-darkened skin has arranged itself in an amusing butterfly pattern across my face. Being a Celt (a mongrel blend of many Celts plus God knows what in the background), I used to have a tendency to freckle. Now, I look weatherbeaten and can add this to my list of non-feminine attributes. Stranger to nail-bar and hairdresser alike, I stride through town as an idiot-flaneuse (note the French terminology) scattering glamour in my wake.
I'm rather proud of my wind-whacked complexion, actually.
It glows in the dark and I don't need a torch to get from A to B in the middle of the night.
'Sleepwalking' is usually a sign of something serious!
ReplyDeleteWhats that song of yours with a 'french version'available!
ReplyDeletesome of the best songs were written at night
ReplyDeleteHELEN THE CELT
ReplyDeleteI've just seen that film 'Braveheart' starring Mel Gibson now wasn't you lot at war with us!