Faux kisses annoy me, be it a photograph or on film. Here is a good example from today’s Guardian of the former. Is it really that hard to find two actors who like one another enough to kiss properly?
In my 80 years I never kissed one-to-one anywhere but on the lips when it comes to faces. Kisses on the cheeks is something I politely respond to. A proper kiss is something friends share regardless of gender if that is what they have mutually agreed to, but faux kissing. Ugh!
Despite being 80, I still have a few ‘tactile’ friendships. That is to say people I hug and embrace and they do the same with me. Some in today’s world would have you think this is a sexist crime committed by one gender on another. Life tells me that this is good for all parties. Yesterday’s Guardian (9 April 2024) ran this story:
How sad the world has come if touching has to be made okay by academics!
Susan bought me a Jacob’s sheep wool blanket for my 50th birthday back in 1994. It has been a constant companion ever since, loved by me and our erstwhile cats. I rest my feet on in every day; cover myself with it when I have an afternoon nap (which I have with ever increasing frequency as the years pass). It is a treasured possession. I did not have a ‘comfort blanket’ as a child if my mother is to be believed, but after Susan bought me the blanket, my mother found a few more, and for Christmas 2022, yes you’ve guessed, close friends I love dearly gave us a lovely wool blanket. Blankets are wonderful things. The ‘weighted’ bit in the text confuses me because wool blankets envelope you in a way that makes them feel weightless if my lifetime experience is anything to go by.
Here is a photograph of me and my blanket Susan took a few minutes ago:
I hope you have a blanket you can call your own. We all should have one.
O L O Bunny.🐰
©Robert Howard