Air Guitars

I'm fantastic on the air guitar. I can dance and rock with the best to Queen and Quo. But I'm not great when it comes to classical guitar, tuning and chords. So off I go to the music shop, with Roo and Sweet-Pea in tow to buy Honey's present. The guy in the shop was in the process of clucking and tutting over the untidy state of the counter, and proceeded to tell me the importance of control and tidiness. Being a messy, disorganised person myself, I found it impossible to look him in the eye, so I nodded vaguely and shifted uncomfortably.
Guitar guy then fetched a small, finely polished guitar which he handled lovingly and offered to tune it for us. I was beginning to warm to him as he then started on a diatribe against hoodies. I have a lot of sympathy for hoodies and have even considered becoming one myself. It seems quite attractive to raise a hood and hide from the world. Honey is a 7 year old hoody, and we often speculate that he wears a hood in bed. As he tuned the guitar, he asked Roo if he played. Roo was unable to answer and stared at him. Guitar guy was unpeturbed, as I explained that Roo had once played but couldn't anymore. He told Roo that he'd be able to correct Honey's hold and hear when he was out of tune. Quite naturally and without fuss, he said to Roo that these foundations would be a key part in his learning.
I wanted to hug him to acknowledge his unassuming kindness and generosity. I resisted. I had the feeling that demonstrative affection, might be right there with untidiness and hoodies.