“Finally!” I shouted to myself. I’d finally found my lost sock. I had been looking for it for God knows how long and it’s just here, on the table. Okay, whoever is playing a trick on me this isn’t funny. That was my favourite sock.

I sighed in relief. My 4-year-old’s sock. Me and my husband had been searching across the house all morning for this one stupid sock because he was refusing to wear any others. Typical. Now we will finally be able to get him to school.

Oh, there it is. I was just cleaning through all of the boxes of stuff in the cupboard and amongst the mess was an old sock. I don’t remember when I lost it but at least I won’t have to wear odd socks any more. It looked a bit ugly.