Feelings

A friend phoned a few minutes ago and asked during the conversation "How do you feel about being stroked?"

'Feel'. Hmmm.

Feel. Not a sausage. I could give you a list of what bit's do and don't work, but it's what I have, or not, and it's nowt to do with the price of fish.

I'm more interested in that I can do. Stroke isn't something I chose. It happened. Feelings don't come into it.

I do what I do, and ummm, maybe a little aggressively, promote that.

I'm a husband, father, and head of my family, as is my duty. The closest I come to feelings on it, is that it may change one day - just not yet.