Socks not lost-found!

Yay! A rare day off for me. I thought I'd go and visit my sister at her new digs. I could remember the street name not the house number. How hard could it be to find? Surely I'd see her car in the driveway. Nup! Up and down the dashed road I went, just about to give up when like a shinning beacon there they were. Socks! Our socks! Yes, I'd found the house simply because they were strung up along the balcony railing, who else has nearly every colour of Mongrel Socks( apart from me), my brother in law and sister. We're always hearing about lost socks but hey, now we have people locating socks.