Cwtsh

Go on Geth give Ron a cwtsh.

The twins knew Mam was ill, and well, they wanted a cwtsh sometimes, because they knew Mam wasn’t here.

Mam heads over towards Terry. Sits on the sofa next to the cardboard box full of the Peg T-shirts. Terry gives her a cwtsh. All skin and shirt. I get a hunch that PC Charles seems ever so slightly jealous.

To my Kris and my boys - Diolch for always being there for me with your cwtshes, your love and wisdom…

When she put her arms around me and cwtshed me tight, tight, I could hardly breathe.

‘Cwtsh down,’ said the camera man breezily, ‘count to ten, then slide back up eye to eye with the lens, and smile.’ […] To come then, from crouching, forth into the presence of beloved light, and to understand how terror was flayed, quicker than by any Vietcong, by these taciturn mites, cwtshing down in Cu Chi.

They all trooped down the garden path to the pigeon loft, Myra cwtshing low in case her mother happened to look out of the window.

Ah, poor Ron, his mother never cwtshed him.

It was Dad who had comforted and cwtshed her as she adjusted to her new family and surroundings.