Fragility and Strength
After years and years of hardly crying, just when my mum was in hospital and shedding a tear over sad blib journals, I found the tears welling up and cascading down my cheeks tonight - over a TV drama.
Rationalising it, in real life I try to stand strong, coping with crises as our years of living give us the ability to do. However a piece of fiction has no character that I can support by being strong, has it?
Enough of the gloom! I had a nice afternoon at the studio with the camera and some artificial flowers, followed be tea and a catch-up with The Mate who had been busy teaching cabinet-making this week.