Sock it to me

When I arrived home last night I found this arrangement of socks on the hearth rug. They were still there this morning so I began to wonder if Mr Flossmo had taken up assemblage as a way of expressing his artistic side whilst I was away. Alas no; he had just been having difficulty in pairing up his similarly coloured socks.

Sadly that was the high spot of my day; the rest was spent food shopping, emptying the car, washing, watering the plants (inside and out) and a general tidy up.

This evening we watched Some Like it Hot,  a film that neither of us had seen before. It was entertaining tosh but none the worse for that.

An early night beckons.