George likes me. br I like George. br br George is autistic br & likes to play the spoons. br br George is fascinated br by my long lady-like hair. br br Always says... always mystified: br 'But...you're a man! ' br br George always says hello to me br in exactly the same way everyday. br br 'Hello...! ' he beams & pauses br br as he rummages around in his mind br for that something to define me. br br Finally, after some slow deliberation br my name finally pulls in late at the station. br br 'Hello....Dónall! ' br br as if his voice were a magician br pulling me out of a hat. br br I smile as if I have just been br Abracadabra'd! br br Feel presto pretty br pleased br br to be George's imaginary br white rabbit pulled out of br some imaginary top hat br br with that special flourish br of his voice. br br I feel magical! br br It doesn't get better br br ...than that! br br ******* br br It's always the same conversation...never changes...doesn't matter...I hear it alwasy as if it were the first time...almost swooning with the sheer pleasure of it. HIs voice brings me into being as if I never had a name until now and he has invented it...and it fits me perfectly. My Granny who couldn't see used to do the same thing to me....'see' me with the tips of her fingers as if she had created me that second. I used to feel so brand(and shyly) new) . 'Only Connect' as Foster so aptly puts it and George when he 'invents' me with that great big surge of love is just pure emotional electricty..