Today has been an old sock day. It actually started off reasonably well, but as the theory dictates I've ended up in a sub-optimal mood.
Even despite the efforts of my new "friend".
I...erm...found him in my sock drawer this morning. Definitely didn't spend many hours stitching him together. Although I have discovered my sewing skills leave a lot to be desired.
I'm going to stop now, before I even start with the crazy person complaining. I know I'm over thinking and panicking about things that I don't need to, but I can't help it. Still, at least it gives me something to think about whilst I lie awake at night... (and people wonder why I look tired....)
Sorry. Said I'd stop. I really will now.