There is an ancient mystery, something that has bewildered just every type of person who has ever lived be they wizard, witch, philosopher or nuclear physicist. Not to mention a few ordinary folk. Anyway, since the beginning of time, or at least since socks were contrived, the phenomenon has been investigated inside out, upside down, backwards, forwards, sideways and any other way anybody can think of. It is, of course, why pairs of socks become single socks?
Do washing machines have a secret component that eats them? Are washing baskets really a species of ravenous sock eater? What is behind this pestilence on all of our feet? We can blame whoever lives within our household, children being the easiest target because they will always be under the bed or somewhere like that. Until you search and find that you cannot find the missing socks.
I have just put two into the plastic bag full. Of course, I tipped the lot out to see whether I could match the two to ones in there. But no! Of course not, the mystery sock eater has struck again. In my mind it is time the total weight of missing socks was calculated off the mass of planet Earth, they simply do not exist. As for those that do, well making cushions and such things I suppose.