I’m not a big hugger. Of people, I mean.
But I recently posted about how I hug Christmas Trees! 😮 You’ll find that post here.
Then, I was reminded that I actually hug loadsa stuff!
All things, mind, not so much people…..
Here’s me hugging the 150 years anniversary monument, at King’s Cross Underground station:
And here’s me hugging the R’n’R sign in Dublin:
Finally, for now, here’s me hugging a large garden ornament in Iona:
Sorry, it was a flashless night time pic 😉 Maybe my huggin’ addiction is worse than I thought?
Do you have any weird habits that someone else has pointed out to you?
I didn’t run tonight.
But, @TheWelshWookie and I did go for a walk instead. We took a walk around Tarbert harbour, because it was a lovely cold, crisp evening.
And because we wanted to see the Christmas lights.
Now that power has been restored, the lights are on. There wasn’t a grand lighting ceremony as planned, but the village does look lovely and festive!
And for me, a lit Christmas tree means only one thing: that baby’s GOT to be hugged!
Here’s my hug of the tree in Coombe Abbey, Coventry two years ago:
And hugging Tarbert’s tree last year:
Here’s this year’s big hug:
It certainly gives the neighbours something to talk about!
What weird traditions do you have?