Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Dad's Socks


I made my dad some socks which I gave him when I visited home in the summer. When we were children dad would drive us up to Redcar to visit our grandparents and we always passed by an airfield. "What's that dad?!" we'd shout as we saw the wind sock blowing in the wind."It's my sock!" was always the answer. So every time we drove by that airfield we'd shout. "Look there's dad's sock!" My dad is so chuffed with these socks that I made for him.


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