Sad Socks 08.08.07

One of the most aggravating issues in our house is the sock problem. I know that I buy them in pairs but I think the manufacturers build in some sort of repellent device to ensure that after the first time they are worn they are never in the same place at the same time ever again! Logic would suggest that people would take both their socks off in the same place and put both their socks in the laundry basket at the same time, but the occupants of this house defy logic!! By the time the socks get to the washing machine it is too late to secure them neatly in a sock bag because they have already become separated from their partners. I wouldn't be surprised if the tumble dryer is some sort of interstellar teleporter in disguise, and part way through the drying cycle it dispatches a lone sock to explore another world or perhaps to explore this world in a different time frame. Maybe our lost socks have been baffling the great thinkers throughout space and time, who knows. For me the end result is an enormous bag of 'widows and orphans' that I don't know what to do with, I can't bring myself to throw away odd socks when there is still hope of reuniting them with their wandering partners. I think the same sort of disappearing device is fitted to pens, scissors and telephone handsets - I long to go back to the days of telephones with fixed cables that couldn't migrate to peoples bedrooms. I don't give out my phone number anymore because if people ring me I can never find the handset!