Put a sock in it

I have bought another painting. This one is by Sharon Smart and is intended as a nostalgic companion piece to the Malcolm Murphy (Icons passim). The A.P. Chemist is now Café Canedo. Out of my house, turn right, proceed to the bottom of the road and turn right again. You can't miss it. I think the mobility scooter is the detail that won me over.

Prodnose: Of what conceivable interest is this to anyone?
Myself: No conceivable interest. Do you remember me buying that pack of half a dozen pairs of black socks from Marks and Spencer's and being left with an orphan when I lost one?

Prodnose (uncertainly): Yes. I am your superego after all.

Myself: That is what Sean says. What is my superego then?
Prodnose: It is the part of the personality structure, mainly but not entirely unconscious, that includes the individual's ego ideals, spiritual goals, and the psychic agency, commonly called "conscience", that criticizes and prohibits the expression of drives, fantasies, feelings, and actions.

Myself: And I've got one? Well I never. Anyway I found the lost sock. It was in the tumble drier in mum and dad's so I am back to a full complement now.

Prodnose (insincerely): I bet you're glad you didn't throw its partner away then. (Under breath): God give me strength!