Both Laura at All The Shoes I Wear and Jenni at Housewife Hustle have nominated me for a ‘go back and kick your fifteen year old arse’ tag. I’m not sure I can do that, I wore MUCH higher heels then, I don’t think decrepit me can kick that high!!
If I could build a time machine
And journey back to age fifteen
What could I change, who would I be?
If life had turned out differently..
Well for one, I wouldn’t have bunked off school
Being a dumbass isn’t cool
It’s fun at sixteen to be naughty
Who am I kidding?
It’s still fun over forty!
I had both the good times and the bad
Happy times and truly sad
If I hadn’t met Barstardcelot
Would I be a mother? Probably not.
And if I was, would my kids be the same?
If I’d taken the chance on my Swedish old flame?
For every up there is a down
Give up a smile, gain a frown
I’ve no regrets
I’m where I should be.
The times I’ve lived through have made me.. ME.
I’m happy in my peculiarity!
So fifteen year old Britchy
You’ll always be titchy
But high heels are your life long best friends!
You’ll have fun, you’ll have glory
Never short of a story
Your life will never be dreary
Life’s light and it’s dark
Your bites worse than your bark
But maybe – don’t shank a Copper in St James Park!