How is it possible to have so many different shades of grey socks, and no pairs?
And this is just a selection... there are more.
Where do the blighters go??
We've a pile of sad single socks sitting on a window sill upstairs that just grows and grows until I accept defeat and bin them.
Do mysteriously vanishing socks drive you mad? Apparently there's some research showing Brits lose 1.3 million socks a month - and there's even a formula explaining why we keep losing them. Yes, really.
Do have a look at the article here - the last video clip is hilarious! And who doesn't need a bit of light relief at the moment?
This view of the Skirrid is my reward for getting to the top of the very steep hill near our house. And it's also a good excuse to stop and catch my breath. Love the row of pompom-like trees.
It's the early part of a three mile loop from home, and a well worn walk for me. Partly because I want to get fit, but mainly because I'm pretty much always in a better space by the time I get back. There's something soothing about the gentle monotony of walking. It helped me immeasurably when my husband was away. Now I go when my head's full and I can't think straight. More footsteps, more clarity. I've had some of my best ideas walking the loop - not that it'll be of much interest to anyone I'm sure, but today I thought of a good way to attach the front wheels to a cardboard tube tractor. Made me feel better!
And I'm a little less puffed now when I get to the top of that hill.