123

Daisy has been complaining for about three years that she never has any socks. And then she buys herself some more. Turns out there is a tricky bit down the side of her bed where they get stuck out of view. She found 123 socks in her big bedroom clear out the other night. And I washed them today, draped them round the garden to dry, reclaimed a good number that belonged to me and Will and then paired the lot. While sitting in the sun.

Before that my 9th sea swim in 9 days, sadly work and tides won’t let me go this week. Hopefully Friday.