Socks, liturgically speakin'

Well I never! Talk about a nerve! My hard pressed wife went and bought me seven pairs of socks from the NEXT store with, wait for it Reg, the days of the week printed on them! Nifty, eh? But, as I now examine the ones I'm wearing this Tuesday evening, they clearly say "Monday" on them! It's a bit like complex liturgy: it sounds like a good idea in theory but in the darkness of 5.30 am in the closet, I can't make sense of what they are telling me. So, Reg, you see, I'm a tad confused about what day it is. Makes you want to return to Cranmer's liturgy, no?