Got me some new green wellies. The old faithfuls had finally sprung a leak, and with the weather being as beastly as it is, a new pair were needed asap.
I thought I'd do the decent thing - buy the priciest pair in the shop and invoke the Sod's Law which states 'you've spent all this money on the Rolls Royce of wellingtons - now watch the sun come out to play thus relegating this pricey purchase to the back of the boot room.' I dreamed of an Indian Summer, my tanned feet shod in dainty and be-jewelled slippers. All very altruistic.
I tried on the Le Chameau (£61.90), the Hunter (£41.60) and the Seals (£39.00). Sadly they didn't fit or were not available in my size. Had a brief hissy fit. There was nothing for it but to buy the store's best selling and cheap-as-chips boot 'The Administrator'. Fab and incongruous name and ugly brutes too, but a snip at £8.50.
Remember the Sod's Law which states that 'if you don't like it then it will be necessary to wear it at every possible moment'? (School uniform is a case in point.) I feel the blasted things will be on my feet for the foreseeable future. The ongoing deluges will, erm, on go.
Sorry chaps. I meant well.