It is Saturday and I have agreed to go with the Boy to the reopening of a comic shop which has moved to new premises. It has, however, been an early start and I am tired so as we are travelling up the escalator I lean my head on his shoulder in an affectionate-cum-tired manner. But the shoulder moves rapidly away and I am greeted by a look of total horror as the Boy steps off the escalator and we go on our way.
I make a mental note to remember my family, particularly the 18-year-old Boy part of it, is not as affectionate as I am and we continue our little trip.
Back home I walk into the living room and the Boy is explaining my latest transgression against all that is natural and right to the Missus.
'It was horrible. He was behaving like a dog... he was nuzzling up to me then when I shifted my shoulder he just looked at me like a dog that's been told off.'
I enter the fray and defend myself.
'I was being affectionate...'
The Boy, however, is having none of it.
'You were behaving like a dog. I suppose I should be grateful you didn't sniff my arse or anything...'
'Well I'm hardly going to do that, am I?'
'I don't know...'
'Well... not while you're awake any way...'
The Boy looks in disgust.
'You're just wrong...'
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