Since the forecast called for mushy, muddy and otherwise, monstrous conditions, I forwent my running shoes in favour of my hiking boots.
Getting the boots on is one thing, removing them is quite another. Suffice to say, my feet were as comfortably swaddled as a newborn.
Who will get down on bended knee and pull off these boots?
With no Charming Prince in sight, the door sill worked wonders.