Au clair de la lune mon ami Pierrot
(not often you see a sad face around here, is it?)
Prête-moi ta plume pour écrire un mot
(Be a sport! Loan me your quill, I have a few words I'd like to share)
Ma chandelle est morte, je n'ai plus de feu
Ouvre-moi ta porte pour l'amour de Dieu
(Go on. For the love of God open your door. I can't see a thing out here)
(background of a wee door I'm about to start once I've finished the backlog of projects hanging around)
Au clair de la lune, Pierrot replied
'Sorry cobber, have you seen the time? A bloke's gotta sleep!!!
What sort of hour is this to be up brandishing quills???
(heard that one before???!!!)
Try next door at Colombine's
She's up. I just saw the light go on.
You'll have to wait a couple of days for the rest of the story about Colombine and Pierrot.
I only just found them again after 6 years while looking for some old lamps to do up. I love the way Beaker 'tidies' our garage…!
Anyway, Pierrot has gone to bed like any reasonable person. That is where I will be soon too.
In the mean time, I found my own quill and have a wee word to say to Pierrot and all of you:
Where ever you are…
FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS
and make them big enough so you don't lose sight of them in your pursuit
Bonne nuit mes ami(e)s