Aghh! I didn't want to talk about weather again, but having just walked three blocks each way to school in minus two (farenheit) degree weather I can't feel my face and my ears are on fire. (Yes, I was wearing a hat.)
Anyway, the real issue of the day is the huge pile of socks artfully lying in an ex-gift basket, on the top of my dryer - without partners.
I found a great poem in a book called "101 Poems to Keep you Sane", edited by Daisy Goodwin.
Since posting the poem I have discovered that not only is it copyright infringement to do that, but Wendy Cope (whose poem it was) goes insane about it. In fact she wrote an article about it in the Guardian last December, entitled "You like my poems, so pay for them!" (Gulp) I have dutifully removed it and urge everyone to buy a Wendy Cope anthology as she writes very funny stuff.
I have decided that the kids will have to wear mis-matched socks if they can't get two socks safely to the laundry basket. I have checked the ever-increasing gap between my washer and dryer, and apart from a small hairbrush there's nothing there. So this time it can't be my fault.
I have printed this poem out and stuck it on the wall above the sock basket.