Puss (almost) in boots
For the last eight months we’ve both been slipping around on the patch using two of my old sets of shoes. Well, enough is enough. It’s damp and squidgy out there at this time of year, and the leeks and carrots need to be pulled, so I’ve invested in the first pair of wellies I’ve had since I was 10.
They’re my size, but absolutely huge. Compare them to the cat and you’ll see what I mean. I’m guessing that’s because you’re supposed to wear a second pair of socks inside them to protect you from the cold.
Either way, they’re a strangely exciting addition to the little row of footwear lining one of the outhouse walls.
Related posts:
