Yes I'm talking boots again.  I know it seems insane when we're still bombing about in shorts (and it's set to stay warm for next week as well, huzzah) but believe me, there is method in my madness.   On Wednesday I was immensely fortunate to have a day off.  Boys were at football camp, Rugrat One was

Coat.  Now I'm always pontificated (ie talked out of my behind) how I don't do coats.  I have a criminally large number of jackets, blazers and lots of lighter weight knitted thingies (coatigan if you're that way inclined).  But I've never been a proper coat lover.  As I mentioned last year (whilst being shot down in flames by

It's fate.  It's raining, it's a Bank Holiday weekend, it is therefore written in the stars that internet shopping is the order of the day.  Instead of spending a gazillion pounds at Chessington, going to London, or hell, just going to the cinema and then a pizza, I have deemed today a Duvet Day.  Yesterday was all about