But what else does it say? See those odd socks lying patiently there for their mate to turn up? That tells you that I am a sock-optimist. That's right - I refuse to give up the hope that one day, miraculously, the missing little foot-mates will turn up in the next load of washing, or under the bed when it gets vacuumed next (supposing that they weren't sucked down into the intestines of the machine). So why am I letting you into the privacy of my bedroom?
To show you my latest play-pals - don't blush!...
Now I have a reason to toss out all those odd socks from my draw - to give them a new lease on life - a new personality away from being the left-behind twin - a chance to be re-invented into something more exciting than whatever dark dungeon their escapee mate has been teleported into. No more do I need to confront their soppy sad-sock looks every time I open my draw.
A bit of 'nip and tuck' and they're ready for play.
I'm sure they'd prefer a life of squeezing, hugging, chewing and kissing than being trampled through rough concrete, prickly grass and jutting stones for the rest of their hard-wearing lives?
When the wayward twin sees what fun they are missing, perhaps they will be tempted to return?
Stay tuned... now I've set the scene for my next post - on the importance of play.