Odd socks is one thing...

Nelly and I went to visit Nanny and Shouty Grandad this afternoon, both in fine fettle. Shouty Grandad was wrestling with the TV remote which seemed to be randomly setting the subtitles on and off and 'favouriting' channels he did not want. When we arrived, he was stuck watching Spongebob Squarepants.

After we'd had a chin wag and a couple of cups of tea, we got up to leave, only for me to realise he was wearing odd slippers. "I know," he said, "I've got another pair just like 'em in the cupboard."