I was feeling so awful. My head was aching, my throat was sore and I was really under the weather. Then when uncle Sebastian turned up I felt this urge to be picked up and hugged by him. It was so soothing to be carried around in his arms, maybe he was a medicine man in a previous life.

I hadn't seen grandad for a while and once we'd started playing I refused to let him go home.

I know that the doggy says RRRRRRRR, but what does the pussycat say? This one didn't say much, but it had very soft fur that it let me stroke. I have realised that grabbing and pulling is for babies, big boys stroke very gently.