I always really enjoy Christmas. I enjoy it for all the smiles, the people, the happiness, and of course the Christmas pudding.
I always really enjoy Christmas. I enjoy it for all the smiles, the people, the happiness, and of course the Christmas pudding. True, as a veggie there is never any turkey on my plate, and as one who is none too fond of sprouts, they too were off the menu.
I'm pleased to say that this year I have received the present that was on the top of my Christmas wish list: another pair of Argyll wellies. They're not flash, they're not lined or padded and they certainly have no buckles, but they fit my feet like a dream, don't seem to object to having a sturdy pair of calves and a very thick pair of socks (or sometimes even two) jammed down inside them...and they last and last.
This is only the third pair I've had. The first pair I was issued with as a student working for the Ministry of Agriculture while studying for my second degree. I was allowed to buy them cheaply when I left... then I shelled out for a new pair about ten years ago. They're still going strong, but I have a feeling their end may be approaching.
Not bad, I reckon, as I have just worked out that between them, those first two pairs lasted for about twenty six years. In the garden, on photoshoots, recording TV, down at Sparsholt College for Gardeners' Question Time, and even sloshing about in the goose run.
Oh, and by the way, they're not green, but black with a red trim. I don't do green wellies!
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