Another Year Older

Always will I remember the words on a birthday card sent to me from Nana. I think I was around ten or so. It went -
Another year older
Well maybe that's true,
But another year nicer
Sounds a lot more like you.

And Mum making a comment about me not behaving myself and Nana hoped I would be better behaved the coming year! Funny what we remember isn't it? That card had beautiful girls (I thought them grown-up ladies) dressed in a crinoline with a matching parasol and the one on the front of the card had this most beautiful shade of blue. With little pink rosebuds and ribbons. There was one in green and I think another one - you saw them as you opened the card.

Well I'm a year older since yesterday, can't say that I've learnt an awful lot over the past 12 months. Do we really learn" I've often wondered about that - how can we learn from our mistakes when we keep on making them. Or perhaps we make them with more style and flair insted of gauche and clumsy?

So we had a good time yesterdy, an apple upside cake was made, the candles were lit and served with that expensive cream - you know the one I mean, the one that tastes delicious which we don't buy very often because
a) It'a too expensive, and
b) It has 48% fat!

But ohh... it sure does taste yumnmy!