The frosty weather we’ve been having has been a great excuse the get out the wellington boots. I love wearing wellies.
Striding through puddles of slush without getting my feet wet makes me feel as invincible as a superhero. Spiderman is my favourite. He’s a scientist and he has the hottest outfit.
I wore wellies every day to work last week as London struggled through a very light dusting of snow. It was frankly no whiter than my parent’s mirrored coffee table after one of their showbiz parties back in the day.
While I’m not at all ashamed to wear wellies, they did deeply embarrass me the other night.
While working on the guns at the gym I noticed a couple of muscle marys laughing and pointing in my general direction. Turns out the tops of my wellington boots had left big red lines on my calves that looked exactly like rope burn. My face soon turned the same burnt red colour.
Rope burn, if only I were that kinky.
In other news. February is just around the corner and I plan to spread the birthday celebrations over three whole weeks. What better time than a birthday to make everything about ‘you’
I really hope it doesn’t turn out to be as much of an emotional rollercoaster as January has been. I am exhausted.