Sunday, 5 October 2008
Bosnians have a tradition of removing their shoes before entering someones house. Usually you are offered some forms of slippers but often you just end up padding around in your socks. Unwittingly they have exposed my Achilles heel. For of all the housework jobs that I need to do (and trust me, there is a lot of housework to be done) sorting out socks comes bottom of my list. I have been caught out a few times now as I remove my pair of matching shoes - or even my really very lovely and dare I say glamorous boots - to reveal a pair of odd socks with holes in the toes and heels. Then the boys' shoes come off and their socks are never a pair either. Whisper it quietly, the sock sort out time has arrived. It is the dawn of a new era.