When I was nine or ten I was in my friends Francis' house for a day of fun. It had been raining the day before and the grass was wet, but we still had a game of football. I'd imagine he won. When we finished, my feet were wet, so, his mother gave me a fresh pair of his socks to put on.
I obviously never gave them back. They have become my favourite socks...although they have seen better days.
"Threadbare" My Mam calls them
These socks have been in England, Switzerland, France, Germany, China and America.
I'm currently packing for my trip on Sunday.....first thing in the bag.....