Here’s my ‘Lots of Socks’ gallery for World Down Syndrome Day. What do your socks say about you?
I am the Goddess of odd socks. They go into the laundry in perfect pairs and come out as odd singletons. What happens to the others? Are they having a swingers party down behind the washing machine?
An attractive, respectable exterior, with an exotic underbelly.
Has a spotty bottom.
All heart, but fights like a stripy tiger when cornered.
Wishes every day could be Friday.
Is the bees knees.
Always wins the three-legged race.
Is obssessed with Guinness and Blackcurrant.
The force is strong in this one – an Imperial sock trooper.
All heart, almost right down to the toes.
Indecisive – couldn’t choose between socks or gloves.
Can’t get enough of playing Twister.
Is run off their feet.
Just has to be a little bit different.