Bear has preferences

Bear very carefully explained this morning that actually he only wanted  black socks.  He preferred them, thank you.  I promised that when he grew out of his current school-boy grey socks then I would get black socks for him.

Of course, every other person in the house has black socks.  I have black socks with coloured bits on, but DH and DF both have black socks, in different shoe sizes, and I have found myself at times looking at the socks very, very carefully before allocating them.  Fortunately they like different styles of sock but adding another set will not help.   I had bought bear grey socks for a reason.  Still it won't be too much extra trouble and they are on bear's feet not mine after all.  I shall do what I normally do, buy two dozen pairs exactly the same at the same time (and at the best price) and get them as plain as possible so that they are easy to match up and the odd stray doesn't matter.

So far today I have loaded the dishwasher, washed extra by hand (my dishwasher is tiny) washed clothes, hung out washing, washed more clothes, watered the garden and had my call to darling uncle.  Bear went to school happy enough with celery sticks which he carefully explained that he preferred to blueberries - after I had bought an expensive punnet of the dratted things.  It will be the other way round next week and a home can always be found for blueberries until then.