Avid Readers, the new rule imposed by the terrible Goddess concerning my socks [they now have to be changed every day] (!!! Lo, TG Ed.) has complicated my life no end.
I usually have difficulty remembering new rules but the TG has discovered the reminder service offered by Yahoo so that every morning when I turn on the computer up pops the message “Change your socks!”
Anyway, yesterday I was folding up the washing, complying with anti-ironing legislation, when I came across an added complication caused by the new dictat about socks.
I was faced with a huge pile, the proportions of which were truly scary. It’s never nice to be faced with piles but ones that need sorting into pairs are the worst, so
I think the time has come to learn from Tiggz and Papersurfer about pairing socks – if the colour is roughly the same, go for it.
I was discussing this with Tiggz (boy do we have deep and meaningful chats). His sock technique is to wear his socks continually, to the point of destruction, or at least until they can walk out on their own. This led to the well trodden path about the average person having at least three odd socks in their drawers, how vast numbers of people in the world own socks and the thought that somewhere there must be a gazillion socks lurking in dark and forbidden places.
What if they were all at the stage of being able to walk out on their own and they all decided to congregate at YOUR house!
The entrepreneur would pair them up and sell them, but I…….. well, I have an aversion to piles, so I would move and let someone else deal with the problem.
Sorry, got to go now – more non-ironing to do.
(So you keep socks in your drawers – and I thought you were just pleased to see me. Lo, TG Ed.)
Coming soon: ‘Atrophy wives – is a pulse necessary?’
