Just like the missing socks - I wonder why there is only ever one trainer on the beach?
13: Every Picture Tells a Story
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Or at the side of a layby.
ReplyDeleteThe answer my friend is in your Hebredian blog from 30 July.
ReplyDeleteIf one let go of both shoes whilst holding them in one hand, one would notice. Dropping just one of them, one might not!
That does not explain why washing machines eat socks, though. Maybe they're trying to match all the lost shoes... Somewhere in another world they're all together! ;)