Year of the 8 hours per day wellies

I’d left my Wellingtons outside the back door overnight.

“Ah, damn,” Balling up a few sheets of newspaper, I stuff them deep inside. They draw the water from the sole and the sides. I toss the damp paper into the bin in the office and repeat the process.

I’m reminded of what one of the lads who works in my local Glanbia store said when I bought this particular pair six months ago. “There are two things in a farmer’s life that he should make sure are comfortable, his bed and his wellies.”