I wander lonely as a

Sock. Cats and Dogs all day here. Roads flooded, gardens turned into marshland so not much else to do but stay inside. New hooks screwed to doors, bulbs replaced and pictures hung so my mind turned to pondering the ultimate question. Where is the other sock.

I am sure we all have one of these but where is the other one. Left in the washing machine. Nope. Left in the tumble dryer. Nope. Blown away by the wind. Nope. And so there we have it. If anyone knows where it might be then please comment away. Missing posters will be up on the lamp posts later.

Amazing what a 50 something year old finds to occupy his mind when he cannot get out of the house.