Well, there we are then. And yes, I did cry like a buffoon. I cried when Twister cast doubt into Alfie's mind. I cried at the look on Dorcas's face, when she thought hope was lost. I cried when Laura seemed so muddled.
And I cried and cried when Alf realised that life was not clear cut, and set out to right a wrong. I cried with Laura when she concluded a worry, and I sobbed at the tea party, and hope was restored.
I'm quite worn out!
Larkrise, it's my one true weakness. What ever shall I do without it.