Greetings

Days before we were ‘locked down’ we’d been invited for a ‘safe’ Sunday lunch with two couples, both among our oldest friends.

Arriving there, we’d prepared ourselves for a “mwaahh-mwaahh!” air-kissing, socially distanced ritual, or maybe elbow bashing for the blokes. One mate offered a handshake. Well OK... but I excused myself to give my hand 20 soapy seconds under a hot tap.

But worse was to come... our host was a serial hugger. Nobody spared! Gulp!

After an excellent lunch, taking our leave, I couldn’t look the host in the eye for fear of a second helping!