Touch – it’s wonderful. Not the “soft touch” (easy to trick), not the “touched” (bit bonkers), not even the “touche pas à mon pote” (hands off my pal) slogan from the French organisation SOS Racisme.
But to me – dear reader… (I’m just changing into my smoking jacket and cravat, lighting the fire and preparing my pipe. There. Ready.) As I was saying, to me, touch is all about you, wherever you are in the world. (Except China – not many readers showing up as from China.) As the woman said, I’m just touched by your presence here/dear.
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