OK, since there's no-one around....
....but first, a mini one.
'Twas me upthread, talking about singing.
If you hold your hand across your tummy, the way pregnant women do to protect their invisible bump iyswim, and make sure that each inbreath pushes at your hand, you'll know that you're breathing deeply.
Which helps you sing. And means you're more relaxed. You continue breathing abdominally rather than shallow chest breathing. You relax.
Back to previous paragraph. And repeat.
After 32 choruses of Kumbayah, or whatever it took that horrid afternoon, dd was relaxed, stopped crying, and my tears stopped pouring down my cheeks. She still likes Kumbayah, though. Hates the Seekers jazzed up version, despite Judith Durham's fantastic voice. Strangely, I don't feel like singing it any more 
Confession time:
A few weeks ago - about the time of the snow at the end of January, I was somewhere in England. The roads hadn't been gritted, and you couldn't see road markings for love nor money. A very nice young man who worked in an ironmongerer's was helping me load some stuff into the boot of the car - or rather he was helping me sort out a long carton that was seesawing from back to front. I was rather stressed......
.......warm and snug, along comes a traffic cop in his white transit van with a colleague. The said policeman, then bawls me out, for parking where I shouldn't yelling at me that I should have seen the zig-zag markings for the crossing.
The zig-zag markings were covered with snow.....
......sad to say I was rather stressed, and on instinct, forgetting that I wasn't at home.......
.......whipped round, and with much arm-waving, yelled back "I'm just loading the boot". In French.
The car was a French one with a French numberplate
The registered keeper was 1,000km south at home
Due to a network failure caused by heavy snow, I couldn't contact them, so they had no idea where the car was - it could even have been stolen borrowed at the time. They would not be able to say who was driving it, or where the car was at any time during a 10-day period.
It is illegal to have a UK driving licence without a correct permanent address on it. I do not have a permanent UK address (nor a temporary one).
To comply with UK law, my UK licence has been exchanged for a French one.
He then yelled at the young gentleman that I'd get a £60 fine and 3 points on my licence.
Really?
Shortly after, I fell 4 feet head first on to a block-paved driveway, flattening 1 side of my glasses, and gouging out a nice curve under my eyebrow with the opened out hinge, and another L-shaped lump out of my forehead from the gravel over which I skidded as I dived/tobogganed off the steps. I have the head injuries leaflet from the hospital to prove it.
Due to the bang on the head, my memories of events shortly before may be inaccurate. I probably just imagined it all. It never happened.