The Sock 'did' Chelsea on Tuesday and as this is a posh event she took the opportunity to wear her new skirt and top in soft blues, greys and lilac so she could waft around in a cloud of prettiness. This made it tripley traumatic when calamity struck as the Socks were having lunch.
Totally against her better judgement the Sock had been persuaded to have not just one but TWO sausages with tomato chutney in a bread roll she was to share with the accompanying Bedsock. In a fit of nostalgia for years gone by when people could eat rubbish food without guilt or fear of E numbers, the Sock squeezed a wiggly line of mustard across the sausages! As soon as it came out of the plastic bottle the Sock could see that this was not exactly her favourite Amora Dijon moutarde but some lurid day-glo yellow ooze!
The Sock got first bite at the concoction but as she tried to get her mouth around the roll, the sausage shot out, into the air and showered her and the Bedsock with obnoxiously bright yellow globules filled with the kind of colouring which will never ever come out no matter how many times you wash it!!! The sausage eventually came to rest at the feet of some woman who took the opportunity to say "Ha ha ha, did you know you were covered in mustard!"
The Sock won't tell you what she replied to this person as this is an award winning bloggywog and we need to observe standards of decency.
The Bedsock spent the rest of the day complaining about the smears of mustard he kept finding about his person but he did polish off the rest of the sausage bap. The Sock had somehow lost her appetite.