Why do they go into the washing machine happily in pairs and come out singletons. Always, without fail. Even when I ball them up together, they still separate mid cycle. My younger man reminded me today that all 8 pairs of new socks that Auntie Trish had token gifted him for Christmas had been worn. He gazed wistfully to the ceiling saying "back to wearing socks for days (weeks) at a time so". Twas like a dagger to me heart, cos I, being a stay at home mammy, feel it's my duty to make sure he has clean socks to wear to his big fancy job every day. That sounds so olf fashioned I know but that's what my life is now. My day consists of schools runs, dishes, hoovering, laundry, cooking, cleaning, feeding the pup, walking the pup, more laundry, dancing (see my The Biggest Loser previous blog) and trying to avoid chocolate for the day. It bugs the bejaysus out of me when socks get lost cos I feel like it's my fault then when really it's Mr Hotpoints fault for making his filter pipe too big (thanks Google)!
So as I type, himself is gone out with odd black socks but that's a bonus cos usually, it's one brown and one black ha ha! Anyway, the mystery will continue and as I said to him, there's always next Christmas when no doubt you'll get another 8 pairs from Auntie Trish :-)
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