It wasn't long after The Bloke had dropped me and Bullet ashore to travel to Perth that he realised that there had been a pair of socks left on board. I promised to post them back ASAP but The Bloke had other ideas. Ever since, Mr Sockie accompanies us to every coffee outing and Bullet is sent a text with the latest whereabouts of his socks.




Mr Sockie popping up everywhere.
For a coffee, a read of the paper, a trip to Brisbane and selecting a red...

I think you get the idea!
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