It's been raining. It was so good to see the puddles, I just had to stop and take a photo through the windscreen.
Georgia must have been happy to see them, too. She came in after school asking had I noticed all the "fluddles" on the road. Then, in her patient voice, the one she uses when I'm being a bit dim and don't understand something, said, "Fluddles, Granny. Flooded puddles."