My ten year old is.........

....priceless, out on my morning walk he called to tell me he was at a table top sale and had bought me a spa treatment, necklaces, shoes and some music, Not any shoes no Italian ones! So as I was in my element in the back garden, knee deep in mud & mess and in my prefered wellies I heard a knock on the gate to see him laden down with these.

Worse he made me take of my wellies and model the expensive, red, italian shoes, I don't do high heels and these are beyond high! So that was very funny in itself! I am hoping I can hide them in the back of the wardrobe for sometime to come and stay in my wellies! What a thoughtful fella!