There Was Life Before Wellingtons

What could this one be about? What will be the distraction this time from the rigours of study and teaching? What will fill up the pages of the Quirky Muffin while I try to balance my time and enjoy the 'Phil Harris and Alice Faye' show, and worry about the coming week? Might it be an obscure word such as 'polypsychism'?

polypsychism - belief that one person may have multiple souls

No, maybe not, although multiple souls could explain how some people shift between radically different mindsets and attitudes. Maybe it's a reshuffling of souls? Do souls even exist? I read a tangential and possibly imaginary reference to quantum scientists examining some evidence that souls do move into other dimensions when we die, which implies that they think souls exist to begin with, but studies really need to be examined in depth before we can draw any conclusions...

This keyboard is going to be a difficult beast to deal with tonight, as the words trickle out, with little clear direction in the writer's mind. It's tough sometimes, as non-blog activities begin to pile up and language practice becomes a priority, and the magnificent world of wandering the countryside in wellies becomes an overwhelming craving. There's something wonderful about wellies when you give in to their advantages (and when your normal shoes suffer a catastrophic failure), and embrace invulnerability to mud and water. Indeed, when no-one is looking, you can jump in puddles. Mwahahahah.

Ah, wellies, those wonderful inventions that allow mud- and water-rich wanderings across the many paths of this fair valley. Where would we be without them? Trapped in the hideous and decadent luxuries of the house, walking strictly on pavements and never enjoying lateral exploration and meanderings from A to B? What horrific eventualities these might be! Half the excitement of travel is in turning to one side and randomly seeing what might be found in those spare few minutes! That impulse is one of the core wonders of the original 'Star Trek', after all. Remembering the non-wellington life now is unbearable.

There was a life before wellies?

O.