1.0Bulles de bonheurhttps://bullesbygundula.com/en/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content"><a href="https://bullesbygundula.com/en/regrets/">Regrets</a></blockquote> <script type='text/javascript'> <!--//--><![CDATA[//><!-- /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";var e=!1,n=!1;if(l.querySelector)if(d.addEventListener)e=!0;if(d.wp=d.wp||{},!d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage)if(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if(t)if(t.secret||t.message||t.value)if(!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var r,i,a,s=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),n=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),c=0;c<n.length;c++)n[c].style.display="none";for(c=0;c<s.length;c++)if(r=s[c],e.source===r.contentWindow){if(r.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message){if(1e3<(a=parseInt(t.value,10)))a=1e3;else if(~~a<200)a=200;r.height=a}if("link"===t.message)if(i=l.createElement("a"),a=l.createElement("a"),i.href=r.getAttribute("src"),a.href=t.value,o.test(a.protocol))if(a.host===i.host)if(l.activeElement===r)d.top.location.href=t.value}}},e)d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",t,!1),d.addEventListener("load",t,!1);function t(){if(!n){n=!0;for(var e,t,r=-1!==navigator.appVersion.indexOf("MSIE 10"),i=!!navigator.userAgent.match(/Trident.*rv:11\./),a=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),s=0;s<a.length;s++){if(!(e=a[s]).getAttribute("data-secret"))t=Math.random().toString(36).substr(2,10),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t);if(r||i)(t=e.cloneNode(!0)).removeAttribute("security"),e.parentNode.replaceChild(t,e)}}}}(window,document); //--><!]]> </script><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://bullesbygundula.com/en/regrets/embed/" width="600" height="338" title="“Regrets” — Bulles de bonheur" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe>“Shall we go to Deauville to watch the sun rise?” This was a question my husband asked about 25 years ago at 2 am after we’d been out for the evening. In the end, the call of a comfy bed and a good night’s sleep won out. Pity. Today, I wonder how many experiences I’ve let slip through my fingers, those crazy moments – both big and small – just to be “sensible”, or at least that’s how I saw it. As I’ve grown older, I’ve learnt to make the most of the laughs in life, to say yes to a silly idea, to let myself get dragged off to somewhere I wasn’t expecting to go or make a fool of myself by dunking my head in a trough, just because the water was so deliciously cold! It’s raining and my hair’s gone all frizzy. So what? Someone might disapprove and shake their head? That’s their problem! I’ve got loads to do at home? It’ll still be there at the weekend. Carpe Diem! What crazy things have you put off doing just to be sensible?http://bullesbygundula.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/Tete-dans-labreuvoir.jpg