Dear Reader,

When I was a child and say, crossing the road, I remember my mother holding my hand and squeezing it as we waited for traffic to pass, sometimes so much it would even hurt a little. She would give such loving squeezes frequently, in shops, in church, waiting for the doctor. It's something I understand now as a parent - that physical urge to convey a great love.

You squeezed my hand with affection, I'm your boy

I sing this at the end of 'Last Days'. The meaning changes in the context of the song, perhaps, but that's one of the memories behind that lyric. Here's the lyric video