I might have had gumboots for jumping in puddles when I was a youngster, but navigating an English winter and the London Transport system in 1988 required seriously weather-impervious footwear.
I was renting a room in Chorleywood, nearly at the end of the Metropolitan Line on the London Underground.
Every morning I had to walk through snow to the bus stop, catch a train to the city, change to another train, then walk about 10 minutes to the office of Dial-a-Cab where I keyed in taxi fares from 9 until 5:30 pm every day.
Then the same journey back home, arriving back just in time to make dinner and go to bed.
Would never have navigated all those icy pavements without the "wellies".
I've kept them for sentimental reasons, but noticed last year at soccer a lot of the mums were starting to wear them as the soccer grounds turned into giant mud bowls due to the unremitting rain.
Theirs were nice colours and patterns, but I'm happy with my English Winter Sky Grey.
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