The British are a "soggy people," says Aimee, my lovely wife, referring to the fact that I enjoy walks in the rain while she does not.
An interesting proposition. Soggy with what? Beer? I would have to agree, thinking at least of pub crawls I have known. Water? I feel fairly dry right now.
The sheep are certainly soggy. It's been snowing, then sleeting, and now raining. Too dangerous to go to work, we have the day off. Aimee made a cake. I fed sheep, walked dogs, plowed the driveway and read a trashy novel. John le Carre.
I think I'll take the dogs for a walk in the rain. Sounds like fun. She may be right.