The happiest feet

There are lots of wonderful things to look forward to about going on holidays, not all of them especially glamorous. (Sister Chops, for one, actually loves plane food. But I digress.) Today I performed one of my favourite pre-holiday tasks: the obligatory purchase of the new Bonds tracksuit, not to be worn until flight night. (Yes, I am one of those people who flies in a tracksuit. But it's quite a stylish one, truth be told. I promise you I'll accessorise properly, ok?)

I also bought me some Happy Socks! Happy Socks are the greatest invention since the Holeproof Explorer, which was the greatest invention since the earth commenced its merry wanderings round the sun.  How could you not be happy with these on yer tootsies?

Postscript: 12 sleeps to go now, and I am getting pretty excited. Presently, my enthusiasm is related to the fact that my neighbours are having extraordinarily, blushingly loud intercourse and I feel that staying in hotels for a month will be a welcome reprieve from the nightly coitus overhearus to which I am subjected.