Well I have to tell you that tonight I am emotionally broken. I have been crying. Great big tears have been rolling down my ancient cheeks, and a whole roll of paper kitchen towels has been utilised in the mopping of those tears. What has brought about this melancholia? Is it that I am sad because my family have been away on holiday for the past two weeks? Am I missing them? Am I lonely? No! No! No! Oh Hang on. Yes! Yes! Yes! But those are not the main reasons, why tonight, I have been reduced to a blubbering wreck.
I have been taking care of the house, and the cats, while Tricia and my extremely handsome son George are away. This evening, my own television set being defective, I took the opportunity, whilst I was in the house, to watch some television, and that is why, I am in such a fragile emotional state. I have been watching, undercover boss USA.
He cried a lot, an awful lot, and as he cried, I found myself crying with him. The difference between him and me, was that he cried openly and didn't care who saw him doing it. Whereas I cried to myself. Well all right, admittedly, I was alone. The point is though, that if I had not been alone I would have hidden my tears. Why? Because I am British, and must always have a stiff upper lip. It has been drummed into me over many years.
We British, adopt many American ways. I notice that our youngsters are not so afraid to show their feelings these days. I tell my extremely handsome son George, that if he wants to cry, he should let the tears flow.
I think it is a good thing to display emotions openly just like the American boss did. I just wish I could do it. Maybe writing about it is a good way to start. Hey! I feel better already!