Wellies. Yes I realise this might seem an unlikely place to start. But I'm all fired up about them. I know, I know, it might seem trivial. But bear with me. Because, sometimes, the microcosmic detail reflects a macrocosmic problem. And this is one such occasion. Let me explain. Wellies. I just popped into the children's welly aisle in a well known supermarket to chuck a pair in my trolley along with the six pack of pinot grigio I had actually gone in there for in the first place. My daughter's number one recreational activity at the moment is puddle jumping, mine is taking the edge off the day with two glasses of chilled white before going to bed at 8.30pm: everyone's a winner. So here was the choice: pink background with dark pink stars, pink Charlie and Lola, pink and purple with rabbits, or, and this is the one that really got to me, pink with a picture of a princess, and trimmed with the words 'Waiting for my P...