This little sign always makes me smile when I’m at my parents. It’s very true. A good hug can really help in times of need.
Could have done with one earlier when it took an hour to get through Tonbridge Wells. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful place. But an hour to do 4 miles gives one rather a long time to see it.
Now you’d imagine that for such a delay there must have been an extreme reasons. But no, 50 yards of one lane closed and traffic lights. There might have been a bit of yelling, swearing and frustration by this point. I sounded a bit like John McEnroe…
Still the rest of the journey was smooth sailing. And the kittens were on hand to welcome me home. Dodo was on the roof playing lookout. Hugo was wailing the minute I walked in. They’re both now hugging my feet.

