If there is one thing I wish for each Christmas it's socks, most years I am disappointed by the lack of fabric tubes for my feet. This year it's a little bit different, my Secret Santa provided the goods that will keep my feet cosy for at least one day a week (or more if I delve into bad hygiene).

After a bit of the usual Royal Mail slacking with the postal service, an unexpected parcel arrived for me after a hard shift at work. I notice the label on the pack listing an online retailer of personalised socks and quickly open the packet wanting to know the contents.

It's at this point I realise I'm wearing odd socks. Plain black and some funky cartoon POW socks.I withdraw a beautiful pair of socks that are emblazened with a Reddit alien in the shape of a cat, perhaps it's a cat in the shape of a Reddit alien - I am happy with either.

Bitch please, I got socks this year and I'm very happy about it.

Thank you to my Secret Santa, to whomever you are :)