I cried when a girl at DD's netball match fell over and hurt her knee because she was brave, held back her tears and soldiered on.
I cried when I heard on the radio that Britain's oldest woman had only ever been in love once but he went to war and died and she never loved again.
I cried at work when giving advice to an HV about one of her mothers giving up breastfeeding because this would be her last baby and therefore the last breastfeed she would ever give.
I'm not usually and ice queen but I tend to save tears for things really matter. At 24 weeks PG however, it seems I will cry at the drop of hat (poor hat )
What daft things have made you blub? 