Socks

I'm sure the title of this post will have you intrigued... or bored. Like it or not, however, socks have been one of my primary concerns in recent weeks. Why? I hear you ask.

Well, three weeks ago, I returned home from work to find Melissa had cleared out the entire contents of my sock drawer and replaced them with two packs of new black socks. Now these weren't the sort of socks I like; for a start they were plain, which means they are: a) boring; and b) impossible to keep in pairs.

To compound matters, they were so long, they were more like tights than socks (and I'm not in to that kind of thing).

When I questioned Melissa about it, she replied that my beloved, and admittedly slightly tatty, socks were only good for the bin and that she had replaced them - talk about a swift solution. Anyway, I did manage to salvage a couple of pairs from the wash (they had escaped the cull), and I've now managed to buy some new, more suitable replacements.

But let this be a lesson - don't leave your sock drawer unguarded.