Friday, October 9, 2009

Forget Yer Tsunamis And Yer Hurricanes — This Is An Emergency!!!


You know that tedious moment when you pull a bundle of warm clean laundry from the tumble dryer and begin separating out the things to be ironed from the hotch-potch of stray underwear?
And you bundle up the socks, one-two, one-two, one-two?

And you come across a lone slip of hose, tucked away at the bottom of the pile like a lost (and floppy) boomerang?


And you can’t find the matching sock anywhere?


Aaaaarggghhh!


Sock Down! Sock Down!




18 comments:

fairyhedgehog said...

Not those socks! No! Noooooooooooooo!

Hang on. Does that mean we get to see your naked foot? There's a good side to everything.

wyrddsmith said...

GoW's sockage is split in twain? Nooooo! Very dire.

I hate that when it happens. And it's usually either the very favorite or very expensive wool ones that go missing.

Whirlochre said...

Fairy
For a hog epouvantable you have a most peculiar outlook on what constitutes...decency.

WW
Or the stripy ones. Waaaaaah.

Scarlet-Blue said...

Just keep calm. It's probably inside the duvet cover or in a pillow case.
Sx

Whirlochre said...

Or mauled by Geoff...

fairyhedgehog said...

Not having seen your naked foot I'll just have to take your word for it that it's not decent.

Whirlochre said...

Hmppph.

Mary said...

Aaaarrgh! Why is it always the most cherished of socks that go missing?! (I personally prefer the right sock to the left.)

This was a very timely post. I read it while delaying delving into the laundry bin to grab a load of urgent washing. I will now sort, load and unload with extreme care and caution.

Hope you find the missing hose.

Whirlochre said...

Any more timely laundry stories, folks?

pjd said...

You lost me at "ironed." I am pretty proud that I kept up right through the "warm clean laundry" part and even the "separating" part. But that ironing... nope, sorry. Lost me there.

I'm betting EE has stolen it.

Verification word is topsily. I don't know why, but it seems appropriate.

Robin S. said...

NOOOOOOoooooo! Not THOSE socks. That's the first way we ever knew ya. The infamous 'sock on the beach' pic. I'll never forget it.

If you can't find the matcher, then for God's sake frame this puppy - put it behind glass in one of those shadow box memorial frame things.

JaneyV said...

It'll be in the next lot or in a pillowcase. (I find all kinds of knickers and socks in duvet covers and pillowcases. I once found a missing sock in the sleeve of a jumper. It'll be fine. Breathe.

I believe St Anthony is the patron saint of lost stuff - if you get desperate!

Kerrie said...

Hope you don't mind me dropping in but I think I have the other sock at my house, it's in amongst all the dryer fluff.

Whirlochre said...

Late in on the comments, folks.

Partly, this is because the missing sock still hasn't been found and I've been out looking for cliffs to hurl myself off.

But mainly, it's because I've been shriekingly busy — not something I enjoy at the weekends, but there you go.

PJD
If EE has stolen it, maybe that's why he flagged up one of my writing exercises for his movie this week. Guilt — ha!

Wrobin
Hey — that 'beach' was my lounge carpet.
Coming soon — a washing machine that doubles up as a palm tree.

Janey
Nice to see you back round these parts. A search party may indeed have to be organised and dispatched to the duvet hem wilderness. Oddly enough, I used to live at a house called St Anthonys. Came home drunk on my 1st night there. And couln't find it.

Kerrie
Morning/afternoon/evening. More than happy to be sock buddies with you. Though not that wretched Sock Monkey, curse him...

fairyhedgehog said...

Stay away from the cliffs, Whirl. Keep well back. The sock just isn't worth it.

McKoala said...

Ah, the pink stripy socks. Memories of the night of EE's chat, when I received emails from a couple of people telling me 'Whirlochre is looking for you'. Um, bethought I, who's this Whirlochre? So I logged on to EE to discover that weird eyeball dude had turned into weird pink sock dude and had a name and a blog, and the rest, my friends, is history...

Find those socks!

Whirlochre said...

The hunt is on...

Sarah Laurenson said...

I find them in my sleeves when I put my shirt on and out pops a sock or a dryer sheet. Hm. Can you wear a dryer sheet as a sock?

Prayers for the missing pronto!