“I’m very sad, mummy,” said Boy Three from his seat in the back of the car. We were on the way home last night – the night before St Valentine’s Day. “What’s the matter, honey bun?” I asked. This isn’t an unusual exchange. Often it’s the Worst Day in the World. […]
Silly old sobs
I’d like to appeal for the return of the stiff upper lip. Yes, it’s probably a bit old fashioned and maybe even repressed. Maybe someone could tell me how that’s a bad thing.Everywhere you turn people are blubbing, sobbing, wailing, weeping – snot and tears all over the place. You could argue that the people […]