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Red Sock Diaries

I used my extra hour to get ahead of the laundry curve, administering a potent Vanilla and Tangerine softener/Lavender and Camomile liquid ratio of 2/1.

Thankfully, I had my wits about me, and spotted these red socks in the basket prior to loading.

I know only too well the havoc which they can wreak, as only those of us who have experienced it first-hand can testify.

Inviting red socks into your home is the laundry equivalent of dancing with the devil. I've only worn this pair once after buying a coloured multi-pack in April.

They are destined to remain in the liminal space between damp and dry laundry for eternity, or until anyone can proffer guidance, whichever comes sooner; 
I don't want to have to sneak them into someone else's washing in the launderette, after all that unpleasantness last time.

Hope that helps.

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