Every night when I tuck into bed, I look forward to the little ritual of removing my socks with my feet. There’s something so satisfying about the sensation of foot to blanket that isn’t achieved if you just pop into bed barefoot. It’s also like a little challenge - how does the dexterity of one food compare to the other. Difficulty also varies depending on sock height. Some days I go right sock off first, others left.
This also creates the unique situation of a massive reservoir of socks at the bottom of the bed.
Who can relate?
