MASTER HAS GIVEN Q A SOCK
Literally.
That's my birthday present from the relatives.
Socks.
Knee-socks.
Two pair.
All polyester and spandex, which I have repeatedly told them make my skin shrink back screaming in repulsion...not a natural fibre to be seen for miles.
Ah well. It's the thought and all that.
(At least they were dark blue and not neon melon this time.)