Miserable me
soaked feet courtesy of a
wobbly paving stone.
by Scooj
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I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my profile...to this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order.
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Agh! I envy you your rain – but not your soggy feet! I hate that too. π
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Ah . . .
The most hated of all paving stones
The wobbly, I hold a reservoir of water underneath me, yet look completely innocent
Strikes again . . .
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There must have been a swimming pool under it. Both feet and trousers soaked… mildly humiliating too.
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The quick almost guilty look around to see who has witnessed you befall to the paving stone monster . . .
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Thatβs exactly it.
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I hate soggy shoes. Now sandals or bare feet on a warm day are a different matter.
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Bring on the sunshine.
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