(Must remember to get some mould spray in Wilco’s on Saturday) 🙂
Brilliant invention. Socks on strings. I’m always losing my socks when I’m out and about – leaving them on buses, dropping them in the park. Nothing more sad than a lone sock on a railing waiting to reunited with its owner.
Wait a minute – I’m thinking of mittens.
Hmmm, my mum gave my g/f a pair of mittens on a ribbon as a Christmas pressy, and she was chuffed to bits with them.
We went down to the Severn Bridge and popped into the cafe, got back into the car and she realised she didn’t have them, so went back to the cafe.
No sign of them! To say she was crestfallen doesn’t come close. Mum was a bit cross, too.