And I’m talking like, epically wet. Usually when it rains this much Kate puts our rugs on but it’s so warm that we’d cook inside them.
So instead, we are wet. Ever so very wet.
Of course we could go and stand in the field shelter. But to be honest the grass tastes sooooo good right now that Soloman and I are happy to get wet.
Guess I should just stop complaining, right?