I found 120 pairs of really gut churning smelly black socks. Almost new, like they were worn for three days in a row & chucked out.
I dumped them in the washing machine. Washed them, unrolled them, washed them again, reversed, washed again.
Put on clothes line for a few days.
Soaked in hygenic nappy washing powder. Washed again & pegged on the clothesline in the sun.
Sorted & boxed.
A year or so later, I met a neighbour for the first time & she goes "I just HAVE to know why you had a clothes line completely covered in socks? Your clothesline really intrigues me"
I'm aspergic, I sort things like that.
Last edited by eesakiwi; 12-27-2012 at 10:24 PM.
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