Dullish but mild. A perfect morning for a spot of in-depth musing.
Strange being back in wellies again, though!
Thinking of which, the Boy was half-way through lunch the other day, when I suddenly noticed!
Me: Whatever are you doing wearing wellingtons indoors? Especially at the table!!
Him: Well they're a bit stuck.
Me: Don't be silly - go and take them off this minute.
Him: They won't come off.
Me: What do you mean, they won't come off? Go and put them outside.
. . . At which point he admitted that he had, for reasons not entirely clear, even to himself and despite possessing two pairs of his own, put my (size 4) wellies on his (size 7) feet and, consequently, when called in for lunch, he was indeed completely unable to remove them.
I sent him into the garden with his big sister and he was eventually - after 40 minutes' struggle and a lot of squealing - relieved of my beloved wellies. Which were, miraculously, undamaged.