Wellies

Well, there I was bemoaning the weather; I really did not want to go outside. I was trying to kid myself on that there is no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes when I noticed my granddaughters old wellies sitting, they must have been dug out to pass on to someone. Oh, my original point, the rain is running down the local high street, I really don't want to go out to take a blip, the wellies were a little emergency blip.