So my female colleague, who is ticking quite a few boxes, "looks-wise", was droning on about her house extension for a change - but then launched into a diatribe of how she, for the past few days, has been squleching around in the mud - a "bog" in fact, as she put it - "plastered and "covered" in mud while helping her boyfriend cut notches into a beam with a jigsaw. So thick, in fact, was the mud, that oftentimes when she lifted her foot, her shoe got stuck and remained ensconced therein. Which is nice.
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