So I am sitting here, pairing socks, as I have a HUGE pile of unloved socks, cleaned and ready to be paired. This also indicates that there are no socks in the sock drawer ( I was also informed by a sockless man-beast) that there are "no socks" in the drawer. If the man-beast is so excited by socks, then why does the man-beast not process them himself? Perhaps, it is the disappearance of unfortunate socks that disturbs him? I thought I had better explain this process to other man-beasts out there. So here goes. When doing the laundry, every launderer's problem (by problem I mean absolute bane) is the suicide of socks. I have come to the conclusion that the elves that power the washing machine, like to devour them or pass them on to the monster maker. I can't place the blame entirely on the Elves, as I am aware too of the tumble dryer leprechauns.
To overcome these theivsome beasties I have been using sock-pegs (a brilliant invention) but when living in a house share, it's extremly tedious to have to peg socks when it's my turn to do the laundry, especially when the socks out populate the pegs about 7:1.
I found out about sock-keeper-togetherer-pegs when I worked in the northern lands for an extremly neurotic employer, (I have lost an eyebrow to my hairline thinking about it) they are a brilliant idea, I just wish I had more. By the way, (incase my former employer reads this) it's quite alright to put socks pegged or un-pegged in the tumble dryer, if you have such luxury.
Going back to the washing machine elves or tumble dryer leprechauns devouring a particular sock if they take a fancy to it. I know this happens, because I only ever wash socks in pairs. I have even lost one sock from a pegged pair! Anyway, this thought prompted me to type "the sock monster" in to the magical seacher on the ultimate web of doom. It spewed this onto my screen, http://www.sock-monsters.co.uk/ which I think is brilliant. I want to shake the monter maker's hand/claw. I wonder if they are supplied by the washing machine elves? Hmmm. I hate pairing socks, up to the point where I refuse to buy black socks. Thankfully the man-beast prefers brightly coloured socks. It always seems to be the black ones that disappear.
Anyway I will leave you with that for now, and I'm going to pair more socks, before the man-beast returns.
