I finally got time to properly tidy my room; including hoovering under the bed. What interested me was not that I found several odd socks lurking in the dust there - frankly I would have been surprised if I didn't find any socks - but that they represented all the members of the household. What business have other people's socks to be lost under my bed? How did they make their way there? And whose is the purple orange stripey one? I'm sure I've never laid eyes upon its like before. Of course having found the lost ones it turns out that their previously found partners have now gone astray. I wonder if this is what it's like being a deity trying to manage the saving of souls?

Several in the normal black with bits of colour range: surprise guest star is purple and orange stripes.

(All very dusty!)