Usually these blog posts focus on a single day for that particular week. Last week, for example, I talked about World Wish Day, and the week before that it was about two occasions that fell within the same twenty-four hours: Talk Like Shakespeare Day and World Book Night. So generally speaking, each blog post may look at more than one occasion, but only if they take place on the same day. However, this week has two celebrations that are so perfectly complementary, albeit on different days, I felt that to omit one would be to do both a huge injustice.

See, Thursday 8th May is No Socks Day, which isn’t especially crazy for this website (No Pants Day was only last week), and the following day, Friday 9th May, we have Lost Sock Memorial Day, which is amazing in itself. Combine the two and you have a Thursday that encourages you to be free and easy; laughing in the face of dress codes and health and safety regulations by going nude from the ankle down. It’s a day to feel liberated, happy, childlike and unrestricted by foot garments, and to maybe even engage in a game of Who can pick up the most peanuts with their toes? What… you don’t play that at Christmas? Awkward. Then on Friday there’s something that’s quite the opposite of going barefoot, as we’re asked to pay tribute to those individual socks that were lost at sea (or perhaps 40 degrees C).

You can spend your entire life without ever experiencing a common situation — from learning to drive to trying sushi — but no one on this planet will ever live out their days without losing at least one sock. Personally, I’ve misplaced enough odd socks to keep half the feet in Russia warm, which would actually be an excellent use for them because I very much doubt that many of Putin’s people are that bothered about haphazard foot fashion. This Friday is a time to remember all of those little piggy-coverings that have gone to a better place, though God knows where that may be because no one has ever found out!

So treat the feet and take stock of the sock, then return to the usual routine of forgetting to wash them and stubbing them on bedside tables for another year.


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