This is a product review, sort of.
I like socks. Having always suffered from cold extremities, I like socks even more than you like socks. Last month, my friend came to stay and we had the SAME socks on – silly owl socks. What are the chances of that happening? Slim. If you consider all the socks in the world, and all the socks in both our sock collections, it’s rather an incredible coincidence, even if you do stop to consider we both like owls and both like silly socks. I know for a fact not all my socks are silly owl socks, and I know she also likes silly cat socks too. It was a great day in sock world. Continue reading
Last week, I mentioned that my broken-legged sister has been convalescing under my roof. What I didn’t tell you last week, but I’ll moan about today, is that there isn’t much to do in deepest Wiltshire when you’ve got broken hips. Continue reading