I'm very excited about my new wellies, because it means I can happily wade around in our very wet and mucky garden without ruining my sneakers AND without getting bitten by leeches or mozzies. Thanks to a couple of weeks of tropical-style thunderstorms, our land is sodden and half the dirt behind the house has been washed down under the house. But the upside is the tree ferns are going mental and it makes it easier to rip out the masses of weeds that have been growing very happily while we've been away. I've been going psycho with the weed killer while Phil's doing the handyman thing and building us some bookshelves. He also cooks, ladies!