Embrace

Oh golly.
Just stood in the kitchen and ate hummus in my new flannel, tartan pyjama bottoms, with the rain outside and my feet cold.
Tea on the desk, I am not sure which way to go today.
Some men are stripping the wallpaper off in the hall, the cat is scared. He won't use his cat flap so waits at my bedroom window until I see him and let him in, out of the rain- out of the way of the men stripping paper.

I am feeling kinda close to really needing a massive hug. A bear hug. You know the kind.

I don't know why.

I don't think scooping hummus and apple will really help delete this need.

Why need? What is need?

I am having some questions at the moment.

We al know we need to brush our teeth each morning and night
and we do
(most of us hopefully)

but we know we don't really need hugs.
NO
that is an outright lie.

Right now, I know surely, that I need a hug far more than I need to brush my teeth. I NEED a whole day in bed with a hug. I want to hug back, so big.

I'm not sad. NO, nope, not at all.
Not even melancholy I don't think (I know you just LOVE that word).

Last night, after work I made my way up to my neighbour, Anna, to say I was sorry but I would not be able to come to book group with her, as I had no read the book (again).
In a sweet flash, she invited me in to dinner, and so we sat and shared cauliflower cheese, and I chose a thimble of wine.
It was so lovely.