Hiya, hope you're having a great week!
I mentioned in my last blog (other than the destruction of our Kelly Hoppen duvet set – oops!) that I'm in the midst of a spring clean – lots of clearing and tidying with plenty to give to our local charity shops.
As a result of all this tidying I have an important issue to raise, which I think most of us can relate to. Socks! Where exactly do they go? I've counted 11 odd socks this weekend alone – all without partners. Where do they disappear to? It's not the kind of item you throw away by mistake or put in the wrong drawer.
Somewhere between my washing machine and my sock drawer (I say sock drawer, what I really mean is, whichever drawer has space) there is a small but ever-building mountain of socks! The 11 socks in question are just my socks… don't even get me started on my children's socks – I lost count years ago. But you never dare throw them away, just in case its partner turns up.
On a similar note – teaspoons! Our cutlery drawer started with a full set of six. On a good day we have 2, on a bad day we use a dessert spoon! So either our dishwasher is very hungry or the socks and spoons have run away together… No, hang on, isn't it the dish that ran away with the spoon? I think it is, probably wearing my socks…
Like I say an important topic to discuss!
I'm looking forward to being on air this coming Monday at midnight; I've been let loose in the garden with Richard Jackson!
In the meantime, the sock hunt continues…