Lou has been wearing socks to bed. They're similar to these ones from Asda. Goodness knows why as we've been having a near heatwave but I accepted the state of affairs as an oddity of an eleven year old boy. After all, they have a lot. Last night though it dawned on me that the flash of the orange on the toe was familiar. A bit too familiar. In coming back from the beach yesterday evening I'd also caught a really noxious feety whiff when he'd taken his shoes off in the car. It was quiz time.
'Did you change your socks today?' I asked. After much probing and prompting the heady truth came out. Ignoring loud remonstrations the offending articles were wrestled off his feet. In doing so I thwarted a World Record attempt for continuous sock wearing. He'd had the same ones on for two weeks! No wonder the washing basket has been light.