Sock? What sock?
‘Archie, is that a sock I see in your mouth?’
‘No, can’t be. I don’t steal socks.’
‘I can see it.’
‘Goodness me! Someone must have slipped it into my mouth without my knowledge.’
Day Three of my B&W challenge.
Oops! How did that bit of colour get in...
PS Just been round the block with Arch. I spotted an abandoned half pallet. In the abscence of a suitable young man to carry it for me (like last time), I came home, got the car, stuffed my back stuffed it partly in the boot and took my treasure home.
Is there a name for my condition?
Is there a cure?
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