On As Time Goes By today, the discussion is on regrets.
I'm like Frankie and His Way in that regard - 'too few to mention'. Seriously. But like I commented on Ronni's blog - one big one.
I'd have had lashings of more sex. If I could have. I was too much the repressed wee Irish Cacklick Girlie. And in those days in Ireland, birth control was illegal. As were books like the Kama Sutra. Not that any of that stopped us. Except that it made the artifacts of prevention and titillation beyond the price ranges of the poverty stricken. Only the rich and the clergy could afford birth control, sexy books and abortions.
Which left the rest of us peons straddling the fence of shot-gun risking or slut condemnation.
Other regrets? None.
Simple answer: Life and its twists and turns made me what I am. And I'm quite happy with that.
