Song Of The Week.

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Non,  Je Ne Regrette Rien  by Edith Piaf.

Continuing with the French theme, mon cheres, this week I am thrilling your eardrums  with  a lovely bit of Edith, who did I think create the perfect music for ironing with- simply divine stuff for wailing along to as you tackle that gruesome pile of shirts and reaching a crescendo with as you crash down the iron for the very last time  before the policewoman of all things domestic gives you permission you to collapse into a heap with a glass of blueberry juice and a fig roll or twenty seven...

And the message? Well I'm hoping we don't need Babelfish for anymore crazy translation this week: Brigitte was abandoning remorse last week and this week, clearly Darling little Edith  has no regrets...

Do these French Madames protest too loudly?? What is life if we haven't got a few  Britney style, "Oops I got married last night and lordy now I've shaved my hair off!" moments to dwell on for the rest of our borne days??

Somebody give her a hug.

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