Socks

[bunn]

The delightful comfort of wearing warm socks when the weather has taken a turn for the chilly is disrupted by stepping in a splash of water, such as that created by a large hairy dog drinking incautiously.

And yet the splash is not so large that the entire foot is wet, so that parts of my feet are now crying 'we are sad and wet' while other parts of my feet are going 'but it's so snuggly and warm!  Can't you just wait a bit, the wet bits are bound to dry soon'.

I wonder if this is what Brexit feels like if you are a country.    Get it together, feet.

I should probably try to find another pair of clean socks.  (I do have many clean socks.  Shadow falls over this idyllic situation when the word 'pair' is mentioned.) 

Comments

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

There is nothing wrong with random socks - it allows each foot to have its own identity. After all if RF is having a red day and LF is having a yellow day, why should they have to compromise and wear orange (thereby satisfying neither)?

[bunn.livejournal.com]

I refuse to allow my feet to be out of step in this manner!

(also for some reason every single pair of socks I own seems to be a different shape and weight as well as colour.)