Cheers. Sure I used to sit in front of you a few seasons ago when the kids were younger
Seeing your username reminded me of a Poem my mum wrote just before she died in 2015, well she couldn't write it as she was virtually blind by then, she dictated and I typed it, we used it at her funeral read by my two nieces.
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Poem
Odd sock written by GSR
(Dedicated to all women who have had to look after a man)
I’m a lonely little odd sock, wandering round the house
Searching all the drawers and looking for my spouse
I know we were together when we went in the washer
But now I can't help wondering if he's found a sock that's posher.
We've had so many happy times when we were on the feet
And hoped to have some mini socks to make our joy complete.
But oh, the anguish that I felt when taken back upstairs
To find that all the other socks were wrapped up in their pairs.
Where, oh where I wonder, can my lovely darling be?
Has he gone behind the heater or under the settee?
Is he lurking with his new love in a brand new hiding place?
And could he be the reason for a smirk upon her face?
Well if I find out in the end that that is what is true
I've made my mind up and now I know just what I'm going to do.
I'll search in all the cupboards till I find a sock alone –
A diamond patterned golfing sock who'll make me all his own.
We’ll have such fun and frolics when we reach the eighteenth tee;
We’ll creep into the bunker and he'll snuggle up to me.
Then all our future outings will be full of joy and laughter
And bless our little cotton socks – we’ll be happy ever after! "
Glad to know you are OK.