Very odd

So very odd. Where do they all go? I mean, it’s not as if it’s a long, dangerous and epic journey between the bedroom and the washing machine, one where some socks survive and others are taken. There isn’t a portal to another universe at the bottom of our laundry basket that some socks fall through. I don’t have strange creatures lurking behind the skirting boards who come out at night and take just one sock. There must be a rational explanation.

Today was the ultimate domestic day. Bedroom cleaning, sock matching, car cleaning, fridge clearing, washing doing, sheet changing, picture frame fixing ...

TSM did have double muffin trouble. Her first batch ended up on the kitchen floor and she forgot the baking powder for the second batch so they came out as Japanese Fighting Muffins, the sort of dense and knobbly things that get thrown at people in martial arts films.

But tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow we are getting cultural ...