I Look Ridiculous.

 Now that I only have half the socks that I used to have, I'm having to pair them up. This is okay with regard to my school uniform socks as they are all the same. However when it comes to my ordinary socks for everyday use they are all different. Normally this wouldn't matter, but there is nothing about this place that is normal, especially grumpy grandfather.

This afternoon I was destined to help Ivan in the garden, which I like doing. However when I stood up from my lunch I saw Mr Grumpy looking at me.

"What is the matter now?" I asked.

"Well for one thing I don't appreciate you tone of questioning. Secondly, I hope you aren't planning on going out dressed like that! I can't even believe you have the nerve to sit at the dinner table looking like that. But then I shouldn't be surprised." He replied in his best smarmy voice whilst indicating towards my feet.

Then while I pulled up my trouser legs to look at the problem. I'm not sure why I did that as I knew full well what the problem was without needing to look. What is one supposed to do though?

"What am I supposed to do when some thief comes in to my room and thieves half my socks?"

As you can tell I was starting to rise to his bait by now, it's really hard not to.

"Don't ever call me a thief again! No one has stolen anything and nor will they. Your kit is quite safe and will be returned once you resolve the problem you have caused. It's all in your hands. You've got to stop going around accusing people when you yourself is the problem. You have been told what is expected of you, and taught properly how to do everything asked of you, and yet you continually try to cut corners and have this, couldn't care less attitude about you. Not only that, when pulled up about it you blame everyone else but yourself. It really beggars belief how you don't seem able to grasp a simple problem like this - it really does."

I knew better than to argue with him by now, I had leaned that much. As for grasping the simple problem, I think he knew I was on the verge of grasping it by the neck, as at this point he legged it out of the staff room, at the same time ordering me to remove one of the socks as I look ridiculous.

How less ridiculous did I look only wearing one sock?!!!

I did as he said, putting the removed sock in to the pocket of my trousers before going with Ivan in the garden. Where upon I returned the sock to my foot. 

A Lost Sock Or Final Straw.

 You know how some days, however much you want to fight on you just wonder why it's worth it. I feel this could be my last ever entry, but I've thought that before and as with then I doubt it will be as I don't believe I even have the ability to do that properly. This has got to be some kind of hell where there is no escape and no improvement. It's a perpetual punishment for once upon a time having a bit of fun where I shouldn't.

He came in tonight and got right in my face, gave me his death stare while holding his hand out, his finger tips almost touching my belly and asked, "Where are they?"

Of course I knew to what he was referring as I'd spent all afternoon looking for one of them without any success. I looked at his little beady eyes grossly enlarged by the lenses of his glasses. If he didn't wear them I could easily have stuck my fingers in to eyes. I think he knows when I'm thinking evil thoughts because he always does something to take the moment away from me.

He puts his dirty washing in the basket behind the bathroom door. From there I take it down and put it in the machine to be washed. I then take it out when done and hang it up to dry in the drying room next door. Once dry I iron everything and fold it the way I've been shown and then take it back to the flat and put neatly away in his wardrobe draws. Now, you tell me how I could not see there was a missing sock when I paired them, folded and put them away in the top draw of his wardrobe? I can see how a pair of socks could in theory go missing, but not one. I even hang them on the line in pairs so they are sorted and I have never had just one sock on it's own. So now I'm thinking that he has deliberately hidden it or it was lost before I started doing the washing.

"It's not here." I replied calmly, knowing full well I wouldn't be allowed to stay in a state of calm for long.

"What do you mean it's not here, of course it's dam well here! Have you even looked for it?"

"Yes of course I've looked for it, I've spent all afternoon looking for it."

"So where is it then?"

"I don't know, and what's more I don't give a flying fuck anymore, I'll buy you another pair of pissing socks if they mean that much to you!"

Of course I couldn't as I don't have any money, but that would never have been good enough for him anyway.

"You need to learn some responsibility you do. You are in charge of the washing, and not only has your careless attitude led to my property being lost, you don't even give a dam about it. Stupid imbecile child!"

With that said he pushed me to one side and marched in to my room. I follow, unsure what comes next. He opened my underwear draw and then closes it before opening the one next to it with my own socks in it. I thought at first he was looking in there for his missing sock. He then proceeds to take each pair out in turn, throwing one sock of each pair across the room and placing the other on top of the chest of draws. He did this until the draw was empty then picked up the socks that he'd placed on the top of my chest of draws and started to walk off with them.

"Right, now lets see how carefree you feel about only having one sock to wear!" 

"Oh! Get this dam room tidied up before you come down to dinner, just because you yourself are an absolute disgrace doesn't mean your room has to be. There's people who would be glad of a room like this to keep tidy."

My room was spotless as it always is until he walked in to it and started throwing things around. With that he walked off leaving me with no will to live. He knew full well I wouldn't have time to tidy this mess up and still get down in time for dinner.

Lost Sock

 22nd March 2024.

I had just got changed in to my work clothes and was heading down to lunch when grandfather walked in to the flat, went to his bedroom before reappearing a minute later with one of his green boot socks which he started wafting about in my face whilst demanding to know where the other one to it was.

"What have you done with my other sock?" He asked, once again flicking my face with it.

I tried to ignore it as I was used to this sort of thing, it was done to intimidate me in to some kind of reaction that he could crush me over.

"I don't know where your sock is, I've not touched it.

"You did! I put them in the laundry basket and this is all you've brought me back." He announced with a certain amount of glee as he held he sock so close to my face it was touching my nose. 

I was hardly managing to contain myself and was on the very edge of grabbing the sock from his hand. I'm not sure what I would have done with it then, I didn't get the chance to find out as he quickly pulled it way as if he had read my thoughts.

"Well I don't know, it'll be somewhere around." I told him.

"Get it found this afternoon. Useless girl!" He said as he walked off, throwing the sock at me as he went.

I quickly followed him as it was lunch time and god forbid I was late, even if it were down to him holding me up with his stupid sock.