Here are the viewees.
They'll probably survive the viewing as long as they don't open any cupboards, wardrobes or look behind doors.
I wonder if I should get public liability insurance?
I can just see it now, the headlines in the local press
Man painted, assaulted by a jigsaw and feathered by odd socks.
Funny thing about socks, there are probably around three hundred pairs of socks in this household and none of them are real pairs.
When I buy new ones i depair them , mix the colours up and the sizes, roll them up in twos and distribute them to the kids.
This is a sort of reverse psychology....oops sorry reverse sockology......
Sadly socks, unlike humans are not that susceptable nor suggestable.
Having said that i wonder what would happen if i did a cohort study. What percentage of socks would suddenly find themselves correctly paired in the washing machine?
If it is taken that socks mysteriously disappear down a washing machine portal and that the under the bed monster is partial to a supper dish of sock ragu . Then surely the laws of physics and biology might suggest that socks could appear in the washing machine and that the bed monster might receive presents of socks on his birthday been as he's so fond of them.
This is getting silly.
Looks like rainy day syndrome, oh what can we do in the coutryside that will satisfy our curiosity?
Oh I know lets pretend we're house hunting. It's jolly good fun, and think of all the effort time and work they've put in to tidy up.!
Personally it might be fun if they opened the cupboard under the stairs.
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And they did....
There was a veritable explosion of socks and sleeping bags....
Talking about sockability I recall a friend who was to my eyes perfect in all she did. Well groomed and house immaculate with supper cooking and still only 8am. Children who slept and slept and then woke to speak without haveing been awake to hear words to copy. As a mother of a sleepless child who was late to talk this always seemed so unfair. So when she had a second child I found it hard when this child also slept - at the same time as the other child whilst mine slept not at all.
I digress.
ANyway the one thing the perfect one didnt do was pair socks. They were immaculate and whiter than white, never lost, never a colur run, but never paired together.
Amazed me did this as another friend who had a degree in colour runs to match my own, who had a theory that dust stopped growing at a certain hight and who only changed her bed sheets when they smelt to stale from the endless dribble of milk from her lactating chest. Yet she paired socks, never the same colour as when they went in the machine but paired non the less.
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