Sunday Best

I can't help but feel that we might live to regret buying day of the week socks for our four year old control freak. While he isn't reading yet, we might get away with it but the enormity of what seemed quaint yesterday in M&S has just occurred to me.

If we dare get them on the wrong day there will be hell to pay and his slightly OCD tendencies will probably render the entire set completely unusable if we lose so much as one sock. Of course the worrying thing about that last point is that they were bought because we keep going short because he has numerous half pairs of socks but their partners seem to be hidden by the sock monster all too often.

As it happens, the bloody sock monster has expanded his (or her, let's not be sexist about it) operation by stealing the weekend. Last time I looked, it was Friday and now it is the most depressing evening of the week.

Have a good week all.