When I am upset, crying over a soppy film, missing someone, pissed off with the world or just plain cold, I dig out my noo noo.
I have heard that some people call their noo noo's something else (very silly, a noo noo is a noo noo) but essentially they all do the same job. Whether they are a raggy old pair of slippers, a holey blanket, a favourite pair of socks or flanelette pajamas with a rip in the crutch they all give us a bit of comfort when there is no one else around for a hug.
Mine takes the form of a rather eccentric cardigan that I knitted about ten years ago. Not fit for public consumption because of its tendency to grow larger every year, I throw it on when I feel that I need a cuddle, or some comfort.
I'm sitting here now wearing my noo noo because the rain is pounding outside and I can't get to sleep and was just wondering what your noo noo is and don't tell me you haven't got one.