The lamppost

I once heard a story from L about a guy who lived in London who was
so in need of someone touching him that he was rubbing himself against
the lamppost as he went by. And NO no worries I'm not that desperate
but I can relate to the feeling. Good thing I am meeting sweetie Kaisa
tomorrow so I can attack her with one big hug (minimum).

Cheers (as we say in London)!