Oh, I love a cwtch. And so do most of my fellow countrymen, it seems. All hail the cwtch couple of Canton.
Sometimes, I think about all the people I love and think about what it would be like if we all got in to a giant bed and had a big long cwtch - in a totally non-pervy way, of course (I realise that when I say this out loud, it sounds really wrong, but it's totally innocent, this need for cwtching).
Cwtch someone you love today - a friend, your partner, your mam, your dad, your nan, your gramp, your sprogs, your dog, your cat, the postman. Just give them all a big squeeze.
I hope I don't wear Mini Meep out with too much cwtching when she arrives.