Hug the trees! II

My Mum is a naturally huggy person. As a result, I am not.
Am I not?
Anyway, to kissing (ugh!) I’ve taken a dislike very early in life and if there’s one thing that can upset my stomach
then it’s the French way
of pecking your cheek instead of saying Hi!

I suspect this is but a remainder of a teenage revolt which has survived ten years longer than it should have.
...which suspicion is also confirmed by the fact that somehow I don’t mind my two cousins’ (Petr and Matěj’s) French manners,
since in my eyes they’re enjoying just about the right level of celebrity status that my anti-consumerist self can accept
– and stars are supposed to walk about kissing people after all,
aren’t they?