it hasn't stopped raining since sunday. we live in a tent so that is a Pretty Big Deal for us. the tent and her contents all range from sickly damp to sodden. i couldn't take the weight of all this rain so i made a complicated and wordy excuse to run to the creamery. where i sought solace in the sweet processed sugar of a toffee bar.
please let the sun come out tomorrow. ormy teeth will rot and my tent bed will float away.