I've had a pierced ear since the seventies when I used to wear a bluebird (of happiness) -- these days it's just a plain silver ring. I always used to say that I'd never get tattooed in case I regretted it when I got old. Then I realized that I *am* old! I'd mentioned it to the Beloved (who has a bird on her buttock) and told her what I'd have if I decided to get a tattoo done, then promptly forgot all about it. Come my birthday 2 years ago, she whisked me away for a weekend trip to Wales (the land of my father and mother), where we stayed at a lovely old hotel called The Dragon in Montgomery. Then she took me to a tattoo parlour she'd researched and told me that she'd pay for my tattoo. Which is,of course a Welsh dragon over my heart!

BJ