It’s pissing down in these here parts. Sunny as anything at home, don my tan coloured kiff slingbacks, get in the car, drive kids to school and it starts pissing down. Drop Molly off at school, hop out of the car and feel the mud squish between my toes. Fliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip. I hate wet feet. It’s my pet peeve. I hate wet grass on my feet. Makes me ghrill (prounounced- ghhhhhr-ill). I do barefoot, but not in mud and wet grass.
On the one hand, at least the farmers are happy with the moisture. Makes for a peaceful atmosphere jong!