It was very wet.
The Madwoman seemed to be under the impression that we'd be thrilled and grateful to go out for a run. Normally we are. We really look forward to it. We get very fractious on those occasions when we can't go out running like the wind and grrraaarrrring at any voles foolish enough to poke their little whiskery snouts out of their burrows. But weather makes all the difference ... and this morning was one. The rain was coming down sideways and still we were made to don coats and go out.
Do we look like we're enjoying ourselves?