Calling for a cwtch
It’s a quiet afternoon.
The Sun is shining in a hazy blue sky.
The birds are singing, and all is well in the world. Well, almost. The afternoon would be much improved if I could trouble you for a moment. I hope it isn’t a terrible impostition. It shouldn’t take more than a little of your time. Would you mind awfully giving me a hug?
Thanks everso,Â