Those socks gave me a real jolt of sock amour and I couldn't wait to get going on the next pair. The plaintive begging of the Mr caused me to take pity on him and it had been agreed that I would make the next socks for him, it was just a question of yarn and pattern choice. The perfect incentive to get my mighty stash of sock yarn from the various crevices it had squirrelled itself away in and play.
The Mr made a fine choice of Socks that Rock in Rooky. Who says that men can't multitask? He wound it whilst alternately watching the rugby and the football on Sunday afternoon.