The distraction of the posh purple wellies

 Has there ever been a more wonderous sight, than a new pair of very lovely wellies?

 All crisp and clean in their very own posh box, these aren't any wellies - these are my new posh purple wellies (thank you Mr Flowers). What a treat!

Inside they even have little crown crests (endorsed by some very posh folk) and a little place to write your name and address incase your wellingtons go a wandering on their own. Clever little label, knowing the wellies are prone to a good adventure.

 Has anything ever been so gorgeous? Excuse the fixation, its hardly ever we get new stuff in this eco-mother nut job recycled household (my childrens kind words, in jest I hasten to add!), but these were a pressie.

 So very clean and not a speck of mud on their soles, or should that be 'souls' wellies definitely have a soul - well two I guess.

Very last time they'll ever be in the house on a rug in my sitting room that's for sure - but don't they look gorgeous - modelled the sneaky cellist who just wanted a try on. But, thankfully for me they are tight on her feet which are a size bigger. Ah ha! A definite advantage to being smaller than your children. These are MY purple wellies, back off cellist!

Unfortunately they aren't getting much action at the moment as I'm chained to a computer writing up. I'd best watch them, label or not - they look like adventure wellies and they won't do well with neglect. I've put them away for a bit - too much of a distraction. They are currently strapped into the car, drinking in the view around the island when I drive about. Don't think they had much of a look around Orkney when they were in their box in the shop! Best keep an eye on them eh? If I'm slow to respond you'll find me under a heap of papers - not being distracted by my wellies! Anon!