MY wife will confirm that since my retirement I've grown into the role of a miserable old git. To be fair, it hasn't been a major transformation and has required little effort.

I have always had an aversion to overt displays of affection but a recent experience caused me to reconsider.

Following major heart surgery I was on a convalescing walk when I met an old friend. She had heard about my illness and without warning enveloped me in a tight hug.

The effect on me was electric. I was invigorated by an almost overwhelming feeling of joy and warmth. It was rather like half a dozen cardiac rehab sessions rolled into one.

I have since resolved to contact the civil servant responsible for such matters, in order to request the allocation of a National Hugging Day. We seem to have one for nearly everything else and I think it would do the nation good.

Even though I've undergone a transformation in this matter I would specifically exclude any form of kissing or fondling.

VJ Connor, Bishop Auckland