This post is not about something exciting. To be frank, I have a different view to some people as to what is enjoyable.
For example, I've never understood people that like horror movies. I don't like being scared, and I'm reasonably easy to scare (wave a piece of moldy fruit at me, making it seem that you'll touch me with it, and that'll do the trick) so I wouldn't choose to go watch something that is intended to scare me - I'm sure that it's good for the soul or something metaphysically positive like that, but I'm quite happy to enjoy nice emotions, like laughing.
I have a similar view when it comes to books. I don't mind there being some tough situations on the way, but by the end there had better be a happy ending or I'll be most disappointed. Actually, that brings to mind my mom (do check out her blog by the way, currently she's talking about bellows), she's known to read the end of a book first to make sure that she likes the ending, and then read the rest of it.
Anyway, we were having a discussion in the office about socks, and basically a couple of my colleagues put forward the argument that people don't want to spend time pairing up socks, and that they would essentially wear whatever socks came to hand (albeit one of my colleagues only had black socks so they all look the same anyway)
Well, I have a confession.
I quite like balling up my socks.
Not, I have to say, to the extent that I would turn down the offer of a properly cooked medium steak for balling socks. Or a session in the pub.
But there is something quite relaxing and soothing about having a good session pairing up all of your socks.
When I decide to sort out clothes and socks (which I should do as the clothes come out of the dryer, but I don't, it happens when time allows and often when there is a distinct lack of clothes available in the wardrobes) I'll put something funny on Radio 4 - The News Quiz, Just A Minute, or Chain Reaction are my current favourites, although when The Unbelievable Truth returns it'll be in the mix as well.
And pretty much as long as I've got something decent to listen to, I'm quite happy to potter away balling up socks and putting away clothes. Black socks are always a challenge, finding ones with the same shade of black, weave, elastic content... yes I get a bit geeky about getting the right two black socks together :)
I feel as though this post has gone on long enough. Maybe next time I'll pick something even more exciting to write about, like how I always wear the same jacket else I'll lose my wallet / work badge / phone. Stay tuned :)
