it"It'll snew an snew all day," saith the farrmer, digging out his tractor. Grimly with spade. His boots full of mud.
"Ay rightly dunno," I admitted candidly, keeping clear of the spade's almost circular action.
"All the squit yew come out with, yew must be sorft!” he continued crossly, as between his boots the slime oozed down the open ditch.