Catty Sock

which lost its mate to the wearing-washing-putting away cycle.

It is a possibility that it ran off to the single sock party island.

It could have hitched a ride with the postie and at the depot slipped into a parcel addressed for the tropics. From there it would have been easy to stowaway on a fishing boat to go out to sea and jumped off when it was near and swam the last hundred yards to the island.

It could even have latched onto a passing taxi taking staff to and from the home further down the lane and at the rank got into another taxi going to Felixstowe or Harwich and stowed away in a cargo ship to the other side of the world or on a ferry to Holland.

The possibilities are endless.

It is probably in the sock drawer waiting to be reunited with this one.