With age comes wisdom

... "But sometimes age comes alone"  goes the quote by Oscar Wilde. I seem to be proving that saying well.  Last week I celebrated my birthday, another year on the clock.  Not so much wisdom being gained though.

For if I was a wiser woman these things would not have happened in the last few days:

I would not have worn my lovely new Zara suede wedge heeled pointy toed ankle boots to work on the day we had a fire drill and had to trek over to the furthest point of the school field.

I would not have tripped over whilst walking the dog, resulting in two grazed wrists, a cut and bruised knee and wounded pride.

I would not have tried to open the lid of a casserole dish while not wearing oven gloves when said casserole dish had just come out of the oven.

I would not have breathed in just before biting into a birthday chocolate that was covered in icing sugar thus choking on sugar dust.

And I would not have asked for help blowing out my birthday candles 

Yup, I may be a year older but certainly not wiser!