Trying to keep Little R entertained while I got dressed this morning, I let him play with the socks in my drawer. Which led me to popping a couple on him, just for fun. To my surprise, they weren't as insanely big as I'd thought. I must have small feet. Little R was dead chuffed - he stroked them, pulled them up, looked down as he walked round in them, stomped proudly. And I couldn't get over how cute they looked, and how well some of the colours matched his top.
P.S. Little R's ears seem to be improving thanks to the antibiotics. Unfortunately he now has a streaming nose and a hacking cough, the like of which he'd never had before. So he is, if possible, even more unhappy. It's not his lucky week. :-(
P.P.S. For those of you who don't know me that well, I never wear matching socks. Ever. But my socks do have to have co-ordinating colours and have to co-ordinate with my outfit.