Favourite socks

I've been telling Ben to throw out these socks since before Christmas.  The bottom of them have several holes, and I've even bought replacement ones at eye watering prices.

But he won't and /or can't, and this evening I found myself sewing the holes up.  It wasn't 'darning'  which it should have been (since I don't own such equipment and this is an area of utter incompetence for me), but instead a little gesture of acceptance ...of favourite socks!