The buggers hide in the laundry basket and TBM complains when he doesn’t get the correct number of socks back to put away. I hate hanging them up, so much so that I have been known to just drape them over the washing basket and not actually hang them on the line! I’m sure that the birds wait for me to do this so they can fly away with them for nesting material. It’s not a sock monster in our house, the birds steal them.
I refuse to pair up any sock other than my own, even though I will put all the other washing away. TBM is regularly faced with a pile of them, looking like a heap of snakes so sort out and ball up while I look on snugly from the cozyness of bed.
I was explaining this to a friend who laughed at my craziness and I thought surely there must be other people like this, who have things they despise doing in their home. I can handle every other chore, I even put my hand up and say I enjoy ironing (with a good program on the TV to keep me amused), but socks… you can keep ‘em.