Sometimes life just gets too hectic, everyone seems to want a piece of your attention, be it work, family, social media, or just the dog wanting to be let out for what seems the hundredth time that morning. Yesterday I managed to almost disappear for a moment into the background. To stand and contemplate my glorious wellie bobs/festival boots in all their leopard print glory and feel like I’d actually managed to camouflage myself at last into the surroundings. For a few precious minutes I felt peacefully unnoticed. It was a moment of bliss quickly followed by some much needed puddle jumping. I love the reflective glimpse of the trees overhead that crept into my vision and broke the spell, reminding me to look up as well as down in life.
After a brief reprieve a low pressure (or what I call a low depression) system has moved in; the rain and gloom is back; the greyness is sinking heavily upon me and I feel I may be submerged between the sky and the sea at any moment; the horizon is growing more indistinct and I’m cast adrift on the nothingness.
Something Wicked This Way Came



Wow, what a pair of wellie bobs they are too. No way could you sink into the background in those. It sometimes seems we should be in 100 pieces so each person can just pull off a strip but it’s actually quite warming to know we’re the ones people come to with problems.Ignore us for half a day and we wonder what we’ve done wrong.
Still, any excuse for puddle jumping eh?
They are rather fabulous aren’t they?! When I first bought them I thought I would stand out like a sore thumb, little did I know I just need the right weather, mud and shingle to blend right in! You’d think I’d be immune to rain after 35 years in the North of England but I’m thinking of writing to the relevant Queensland body to demand my money back right now if we are not returned to our status of ‘Sunshine State’ by Friday at the latest
I have an epic dose of S.A.D right now.