Silly, silly Mr. LLW.
The fact that the glorious black, glossy Wellies that you got me for Chrismakkah have been in our entryway for the last several weeks does NOT mean that they were not a wonderful gift. To the contrary, they’ve surpassed mere wardrobe staple and segued directly into decor. Not that I won’t wear them often. But when they’re not on my feet they will be living beside our front door, making me feel like something out of the English countryside.
I think that I shall never see/a poem so lovely as…my Welly. ;)
Well, “Wellies” … but still. This is the closest I’m likely to get to ramshackle cottage living.
Love to all,