The solution to the “L” and “R” sock debate is:

Having set light to the touchpaper with my Danish socks blip, I stood back and awaited the deluge of assistance. As did Mrs Ottawacker, I have to say. The battle lines seem to be drawn, probably unsurprisingly, along gender lines. The female advice seemed to be “cave in, it’s unimportant”; the male advice took the form of a question: “what is a pair of matched socks?”
 
For those who were worried, this isn’t a fault line in the relationship – it’s one of those usually unspoken tropes, i.e., how can you live with someone for 24 years and not realize they would want their socks handed to them in a directional sense? The solution to the conundrum has been to maintain the status quo. She still gets pairs of socks, one with “L” and one with “R”, both of the same brand and colour, and she can sort out which of the socks goes on which foot. Anything else would require serious philosophical reflection: is the “L” and “R” in order when I am looking at it? Or is it when she is putting them on? Is the dress gold or blue? Best to keep the status quo.
 
Perhaps the most striking thing about all of this is the tacit acceptance of the fact that the socks are labelled at all. I suppose my boxers are labelled (at the back), t-shirts have designs on the front, shirts are buttoned on the front too – so maybe my astonishment at this is the strange thing.
 
Other than the deep reflection engendered by the above, today was notable only for a Europa League match between Liverpool and Sparta Prague, which Liverpool won 5-1 (away) and saw yet another injury occur (Ibou Konaté). This season is insane. Ottawacker Jr had soccer too in the evening, in preparation for the weekend tournament.