New Sock Day!

Like anyone that works in an office I have an assortment of dark coloured socks that are missing a partner. There is the morning ritual of seeking a whole pair from those recently dried. Even when there are two that match in design, pattern and material, one appears to have faded more than the other, although quite how this happens I am not sure.

Every year or so I go on a sock buying binge to banish this hoserial curse. This year it was different, I did it by e-bay. I ordered twelve pairs each of two different kinds (just to be safe you understand). The first consignment arrived this morning and after test driving a pair all the old office-work-formal socks were binned. Hot sock tip: Either buy a lot of pairs of exactly the same socks, or pairs of socks that are so different that you can match them up in a dark room, in a darker mood, with a hangover, a cold sweat and only five minutes to get out the door. It saves frustration, workday embarrassment or both. Anyway, you are probably asking yourself why I am sock rich......

I start the new job on Monday which after six months off is much needed mentally and financially. Although we have had to pack up a few places and move about quite a bit since my previous employer shut. They still owe me a considerable amount of money, which is a pity as I think I'll have to sell my motorcycles and possibly my place in Gibraltar to finance the wedding and our condo in Toronto.

We bought a car yesterday so Laura will be fully mobile while I am at work and able to spend her time fruitfully traipsing the aisles of England's feminine footwear vendors' emporia and other such noble pastimes.

For those wondering: The shin befronting the muscular calf in the right foreground is my own. Ladies should use caution when viewing this photo as I am no longer available merchandise.