Booted

Surely I am just a couple of steps away from endlessly retelling war stories and smelling of wee.

People say that as you get older, you become more like a child: you understand less, tend to dribble more, want everything your own way and deploy selective hearing on a regular basis.  I have discovered another similarity – Wellingtons.

Suddenly they seem like a jolly good idea.  I have bought a pair.  Sturdy.  Knee length.  Green.  Waterproof.  Perfect.

I have never bought Wellingtons before.  My mum bought my last pair for me.  I was forty-two.  No, ten.  They were green then too.  Always a terribly sensible and conservative child.

Now I have a new pair.  I wore them in the garden.  I stood in a flowerbed.  I jumped into a puddle.  Because I could. 

I am contemplating a cardigan.

Comments

[Daryl Walker-Smith]

Welcome to the 'wellie club' C!!

If I'd have known you were looking for some wellies I could have recommended 'Muck Boots' which have a thick solid rubber base and neoprene uppers - very cool!! :o)

[clodhopper]

I think you will look very fetching. A berber with a button up cardy underneath and your pipe...yes perfect. I would doff my cap I would.

[Carlton]

Muck Boots, eh, Daryl? If only I'd known!

And I think you might be on to something, Clod. I like the idea of being doffed to!

c