morning I found tiny eggs on the ground and a torn nest hanging under
the hedge. Two squashed shells each containing a perfect baby robin lay
next to a single unbroken egg on the wet black soil.
Pink and each one the size of my index fingernail.
Then I went to a church to listen to a choir singing songs so beautiful that I cried all over again.
After the choir, a music teacher used the residual audience as a rehearsal opportunity with her young pupil - more tears.
I seem unable to turn the taps off - I'm currently taking a break from boohooing at the telly.