Wet Fringe

This rain is really beginning to p*ss me off.

The paths are muddy and soggy when they should be baked hard. The grass is long and wet. My trouser's get soaked even above the knee.

But I guess I am more fortunate than this chap.

At least I do not get a damp fringe, and whilst flies may buzz around me, they rarely land in my eyes.

I do wonder what his view of the world is like.