Socks ought to be one of life’s great equalisers. We all wear them; and almost all of us recognise that they are but a minor part of our apparel. There should be little controversy over a sock.
At the onset of the current heatwave, I discovered to my consternation that my last pair of trainer socks had disintegrated to the point of no return. This created a conundrum, as I had been planning to wear shorts, but obviously had no wish to leave the house with bare knees and socks up around my calves.
