It has to be said, it was murky, yesterday.
Murkily murky, in a murkocious, murky kind of way.
That — to put it bluntly — involved ray, overcast skies, murkily murking at innocent passersby who’d been hoping for blue skies and sunshine.
If you follow me.
OK, granted, I didn’t get too drenched, when I went to the local shop.
But … ? There were threats of drizzle, lurking in between bouts of murk: murk heading slowly into gloom.
Threats that decided to turn up the volume, over night.
When my part of town got hit by an overnight thunderstorm.
Which was entertaining.
If you were trying to get to sleep …