Two days. No socks. Nothing.

I thought it might be over.

Then Oli stayed the night…

…and I woke up to FOUR SOCKS ON MY PILLOW.

Not just any four either: – two freshly stolen straight off Oli - one ancient, filthy festive relic dragged out of the stash - one suspiciously clean, high-value Hayden sock (laundry line interception??)

This isn’t normal behaviour anymore.

This is escalation. This is a system compensating. This is a full-blown Oli-triggered cascade.

Also… I woke up in the night to a sock being dropped on my head.

It doesn’t exist.

I may be dealing with an unaccounted-for fifth specimen.

The investigation is getting closer to something.

🧦 Sock Files #41 - out now