This might seem odd (see what I did there), but I have a real thing about socks needing to match. It is one of my OCD ticks. So when it comes to putting socks away it is my job because no one else will do it right (especially George). Even black socks have to match, they all have differences and I can tell. So when a colleague showed me his odd socks today, even though they were muppets socks and were awesome, my brain snapped. It just can’t deal with the chaos. It is wrong, and if you wear odd socks…

That is all for today.