Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Born in a Sock Drawer

We shall draw a veil over my reasons for draping a pair of socks over the back of my sofa. Charlie--who has a "thing" about feet--instantly buried his nose in them. He didn't even budge while I sketched and photographed him. He was in foot-odour heaven. Comatose with pleasure.

I think he must have been born in a sock drawer.

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