My wellies are knackered! I can’t complain – I’ve had them for about 15 years, but the uppers of both boots have perished and are now letting my feet get wet. Today’s task is to go to Sports Direct on the Longwater trading estate and purchase a new pair, so my wife and I drive to the outskirts of Norwich (having established, via phone, that Sports Direct have got size 13 wellies in stock). I’m in and out of the shop (with new wellies in hand) within 5 minutes – proper man-shopping!
We drop in to Worstead to have a cuppa and a chin-wag with my wife’s mother on our way back to Southrepps, and that’s the day taken care of, really. It’s dusk by the time we get home – my wife takes the dog out for a walk while I get some logs in and light the fire.