False start.


I put my foot in my welly, I gave the top a big tug. But as my toes hit the bottom, they wrapped around a fat slug.

I felt it burst as I touched it, it made a sickening pop. I pulled out my foot in a hurry, but my sock was covered in slop.

I chucked the sock in a corner, the dog picked the bits off my toes. he wanted to lick my fingers, but he still had slug on his nose.

I now always check my wellies for slugs and spiders or worse. The joys of country living can sometimes feel like a curse! Jan Millward©

©Jan Millward, 2018

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