Is anyone else a simpering wreck at the moment? I’m normally not, but have had a very tough few weeks (death of a beloved pet, a scary medical diagnosis, family shit going on).
Scared myself a few night ago when I burst into tears during sex. Actual sobbing, snotty, hiccuppy wailing. My poor husband got the fright of his life thinking he’d hurt me.
Thought to myself “right, obviously a bit of an emotional build-up that needed to be released, back to normal now”.
Nope.
Came out for a nice walk today and am in the park with a coffee. Sitting on a bench enjoying the peace and a string quartet has just started up near me and they’re doing Colours of the Wind from fucking Pocahontas and now I’m off again 
FFS.
Damned talented musical bastards using their art to illicit emotions in me. Grr.