The Supreme Welly

I bought a pair of Hunters at the weekend.

Well, I say "I" did, actually Mr Fashionista bought them for me.

I'd been thinking about it for a while. Trying them on in Office in Chester, it all suddenly became too much.

"I think I'll have them.." I whispered to Mr F, all wide-eyed with welly-induced wonder.
"Tell you what," he replied, gazing lovingly into my eyes, "I'll buy them for you as part of your birthday present."

And then we smiled. And giggled. A couple on the brink of being torn apart by rows about my festival luggage (he deems a mere 8 times my own bodyweight "excessive") and there we were, brought together by a shared love of the highest quality of welly known to man. Somewhere, in the distance, the opening bars of an emotive James Blunt soundtrack began to play, and..

"They're £50." The shop assistant announced perkily.

"£50?" I yodelled.

"Yeah. But then, well.. you know, they are the Supreme Welly."

When it comes to the hard sell, Office have definitely got it covered.

"I think I'M the supreme welly.." muttered Mr Fashionista as we sat admiring them over coffee half an hour later.

But he isn't. I absolutely love them.

www.hunterboots.com

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