After a great Christmas Day with lots of presents and lots to eat and drink we decided to go for a walk this morning. Bill got my walking boots in from the garage - but they were filthy!
How did this come about? I always clean my boots after use. But last week a certain relative borrowed them for a night hike with the scouts. I won't publicly name and shame him but he is ten years old and his name begins with J.
So, J--, if you read this please feel free to come round and clean the caked mud off said boots. Then my credibility as a fully paid up member of the Ramblers Association will be restored.
Anyway I wore my muddy boots for the walk and nobody we met seemed to gasp in horror at the sight.
