To cut a long story short,I found a wallet this morning. It contained two twenty pound notes,two Halifax young saver cards,a credit card,various store cards and the guy's driving license.
Checking the address on the card showed that he only lived ten minutes away,so I legged it round there,hoping he'd be in.
He was still in bed,but threw on a dressing gown,and came down to see what I was wanting.
He was over the moon to get his stuff back,but,and here's my problem,proceeded to give me a man hug of epic proportions.
Now,I'm not a hugger,of anyone. I don't do it. Men shouldn't do it. It's wrong.
Yet here I was,on a Warrington front doorstep,in the arms of a man I'd never met before,and feeling distinctly uncomfortable.
Are any of you huggers? Would you hug a stranger? I'm sure KP would.
Checking the address on the card showed that he only lived ten minutes away,so I legged it round there,hoping he'd be in.
He was still in bed,but threw on a dressing gown,and came down to see what I was wanting.
He was over the moon to get his stuff back,but,and here's my problem,proceeded to give me a man hug of epic proportions.
Now,I'm not a hugger,of anyone. I don't do it. Men shouldn't do it. It's wrong.
Yet here I was,on a Warrington front doorstep,in the arms of a man I'd never met before,and feeling distinctly uncomfortable.
Are any of you huggers? Would you hug a stranger? I'm sure KP would.