1.6.06

a global sock reuniting service

Last night Tim bought the washing in from the line and set about the task of pairing the socks up. At the end of his task he had a bounty of nice manly pairs of socks to call his own, whilst I had 2 matching ones and a mountain of odd ones. 17 lonely socks in total.
So, family and friends, if you recognise some of these foot warmers because I have left one at your house (or, as is most probable, because they were yours in the first place and I pinched them) or even strangers, if you have little solitary socks that resemble any of these in some way, lets get organised and hook some of these beauties up.

4 comments:

CheekyUkie said...

Just buy white socks, easlier to organise Ow haha

Lianne said...

Why does my husband not pair the socks up like yours does???? I see this as such a trivial yet annoying task....

I dont recognise any of the socks cuz but Im sure youve still got some books of mine you borrowed about 15 years ago!!!!

Glyn Harries said...

Hey hey heeeeeey!

Just randomly found your blog through a series of links.

How are you doing? Remember me? We sat next to eachother in Mrs Tadd's class (year 4 I think). You taught me how to spell ballet (or ballay I can never quite remember).

There was all sorts of other stuff as well but it's the important things that I remember.

lucy ar said...

Glyn Harris!
I remember you and Malcolm mocking me in the Jam club playground when I shaved off both my eyebrows.
hehe.
You have a fabulous blog! I have commented on there too, it is wickedly exciting to hear from you...