This is a picture of my Gonzo sock. It’s a great sock. Sadly there should be two of them. A pair.
We’ve turned the house upside down looking for it.
Socks do go missing from time to time, but often turn up on the floor somewhere, dropped en route to the washing machine.
This is different. Gonzo 2 is nowhere to be seen. We’ve looked in all the possible places – pockets of things washed at the same time – and even the impossible places – the fridge.
As Sherlock Holmes would say, something is afoot. Poirot would be exercising his little grey socks and Inspector Clouseau would be walking into a broom cupboard.
I have rounded up all the usual suspects and will begin questioning later.
I’ve spent most of the day finishing off my compost heap path and preparing the left bed for vegetables.
We have also decided to move the pond. The side of the garden it is in at the moment is in full sun for most of the day. This causes terrible algae problems in the summer. So we’re going to switch it to the other side of the garden and make it bigger, with a boggy area.
Then the side that currently has the pond will be come a bed for the squashes and the vegetables that need full sun.
Lots of plans means lots of work to do. I love it.
Stay in and stay safe.