Squelch

I trod on a wobbly pavement slab this morning, and recoiled in horror as the underlying reservoir of icy water was forced up the sides of the stone and over my foot. A passing lady laughed at me and then said "Oh well. At least you've only got one wet foot". Well yes, I thought, this is technically true. Glass half full and all that. But up until thirty seconds ago I had no wet feet, and that was infinitely preferable. Soggy tights and the subsequent toe freeze are not an ideal start to the day.