I plod on, fall over, get up, plod on. Means the water is getting shallower, must be gradually getting to the edge of the swamp. Swamps have edges don’t they, or they couldn’t be swamps.
About ankle deep now, must be nearly there.
But what’s this I see? Well, it’s a full length mirror. How about that.
I wasn’t expecting to find such a clean shiny thing in such a mucky place. I know I’ve been in a mucky place because I’ve just seen myself in the mirror and I’m not approving of what I see. Hours later, I’m still there looking at myself and scraping away at bits of hardened stuck- on mud.
Can’t go on looking like this, can I. Might meet someone and get looked at critically. And the part of the swamp where I could have got a reasonable wash is not only way back there, but to return from it I haven’t thought of a way not to get dirty all over again.
Here’s an idea. Whatever I decide I won’t do it just yet. Or decide just yet. Perhaps, maybe, a doze about now would be a good idea. I won’t try to make it happen – let’s just see if it doesssszzzzzzzz…….