Put a sock in it !

Thanks to Chris for the graphic ,I know it says Autumn on it ,but disregard that ,and enjoy the following ,it has been on my notice board for ages and I thought I would like to share it with you ,

My washing machine is a mysterious thing .I have a theory that it is not the innocent household electrical item it masquerades as being.

Now you may think me rather strange for saying this,but I believe that my washing machine is a connecting  tunnel to an alternative world ,a world where socks rule the earth,

In this other world,the unloved,unappreciated neglected socks of our world can roam free,no longer down trodden ,no longer trampled on by their thoughtless oppressors,My washing machine allows these socks a convenient escape route to this alternative world .

However not all socks may go through,The master of the sock tunnel has declared that through this route no partners can pass,Every sock must start life afresh.Only one can go.One is left behind.

The sock tunnel master,also rejects ageing haggard and holey socks .

They are cast back into the whirlpool with the rest of the washing.In this brave new world only gleaming new young socks,especially those born under the sign of the patron Saint of socks St Michael are allowed to pass therough,Yes ageism exists even in the sock world,

As I said before,this may sound rather strange,but it is the only explanation I have for the vast numbers of absconding socks that have disapeared from my washing machine,sorry tunnel over the years,leaving behind a forlorn,now useless partner.

I estimate that the' sock missing,presumed lost'list is extensive enough to keep the freezing peoples of Syberia sock happy for centuries.

I wonder if you can guess what I am knitting now? ,

And so to bed ....Lots of love

                                  Thankyou Missie for my dancing Santa .

 

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