Silly

It's been such a lovely October, necessitating the sunhat for the small person. Doesn't he wear it with panache?

Today, however, it's POURING.

On the way down the lane to buy the newspaper, I wore my welly boots. Half way down, I felt a stone in one of the boots. So I stopped, removed the boot and shook out the stone as I balanced on one leg. And as I did so, I thought to myself: this isn't going to work. I'm going to wobble and put my socked foot down in the wet.

And that's what I did.

I often find myself doing (minor) silly things that I know are silly but do all the same. For example, if I go into a dark room to find something, I sometimes don't bother to put the light on. And I think: that's silly - I'm going to fall over something or stub my toe. And then I do. And it's not as if switching on the light is a lot of trouble.

Is it just me? Or do other people do the same sort of thing? I must be more sensible as age encroaches. This is the way broken hips happen.