Wet Feet…

… Sunshine, but on very wet grass.

I popped in to town today, ‘unsupervised’ (or ‘without a Responsible Adult’ as Himself would say).
I bought a lovely ashtray.
I don’t smoke.
But, it occurred to me what a good water dish and paintbrush holder it would make.
Hands up if your paintbrush is always rolling on to the floor. (Also hands up if you accidentally dip it in your brew more often than you might admit).

It was good to be out.

Sometimes when there’s a lot going on it’s nice to be grounded in normality and ashtrays.