In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd say I was pregnant.
(Yes, I am sure).
I just keep crying.
Cried at Brave (though so did my daughter, so we snivelled together).
Cried when the fire went out and I had no firelighters.
Cried at the dorky ad I saw on YouTube, FFS.
Cried when I saw the approximate address where my great-grandparents lived before they emigrated to Australia! (a graffitied concrete wall, with a window in it).
I think I need some sleep.