The Tuesday sock crisis

I had a great Fathers' Day a couple of weeks ago - home made cards, cup of tea in bed, lovely presents etc. One of my lovely presents was a set of socks with the days of the week on them - Monday to Friday and I carefully made sure that I had the correct pair on every day last week in preparation for the inevitable inspection. I think that the intelligence agencies of the most paranoid countries have nothing on the observational skills of an eight year old.

Anyway, I met the requirements every day last week and was able to relax over the weekend as the socks didn't cover Saturday and Sunday.  Yesterday (Monday) I put ready and wore the right pair for the day.
Then panic struck last night - I couldn't find Tuesday's socks!

The sock drawer was turned out  - not there.
The laundry basket was turned out - not there.
The washed duvet cover was turned inside out - not there.

Eventually, at midnight, I took the drawer out of the chest of drawers and there, nestling comfortably at the back on the floor were Tuesday's socks. Whilst I was at it, I checked on all the socks for the rest of the week so I won't suffer from this terrible trauma again for a few days.

Guess what? This morning, the socks were forgotten and nobody checked.

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Here's to you!

Des