I went running today, I just had to get out of the house and do something to get rid of some unnecessary mental clutter. I foolishly went through the fields, the ground was waterlogged, and treacherously muddy. I had to jump across a stream and as I landed on the other side, I slipped and went sliding, only preventing myself from nasty injury by grabbing onto an abandoned supermarket trolley, which I was surprised to see in such a location, but very grateful for. I then continued up a waterlogged hill, my lovely trainers getting totally ruined, I looked like I was on an army obstacle course, splattered in mud. I passed a country lady , walking her dogs, she was sensibly dressed in wellies and other country gear. as I passed her she said "That looks like rather hard work, you ought to wait until the spring". I decided she had a fair point and ran back on the streets where my Mum goes for her daily walk! Nyo is attacking my fingers as I'm trying to type, she is jealous!