a forehead with a story to tell

I've got this awesome tan face, pale forehead thing going on. I wore a bandana while I was walking in the hills, a bandana and no sunscreen.
I'll sleep in a bed, under a roof for the first night in six tonight. I'll fall asleep to the sound of people snoring instead of sheep bleating.
I'm going to miss the sheep.
And a whole lot else too no doubt - but I'm ready to come home. And I'm coming home.
Flight number 93, Dublin to Chicago OHare, Tuesday 10.45am.
Peace..