There are few things in life as confusing as men and there socks. I never seem to have a matching pair but thats because they go into the washing machine together and one is eaten by the machine. This only appears to happen to my socks, Wifey’s, M’laddo’s and the odd pair Fifi has are immune to this desecration.

So I end up buying a bazillion pairs every year and if I’m unlucky enough to get some that are patterned, I invariably end up wearing a pair that don’t match.
Well, it’s not my fault.